1The Song of Songs, which is for Solomon.
[Woman]#Identification of speakers here and throughout the Song is hypothetical and in several cases uncertain.
2If only he would give me some of his kisses . . .
Oh, your loving is sweeter than wine!
3Your fragrance is sweet;
your very name is perfume.
That’s why the young women love you.
4Take me along with you; let’s run!
My king has brought me into his chambers, saying,
"Let’s exult and rejoice in you.
Let’s savor your loving more than wine.
No wonder they all love you!"
5Dark am I, and lovely, daughters of Jerusalem—
like the black tents of the Kedar nomads,
like the curtains of Solomon’s palace.
6Don’t stare at me because I’m darkened
by the sun’s gaze.
My own brothers were angry with me.
They made me a caretaker of the vineyards—
but I couldn’t care for my own vineyard.
7Tell me, you whom I love with all my heart—
where do you pasture your flock,
where do you rest them at noon?—
so I don’t wander around with the flocks of your companions.
8If you don’t know your way,
most beautiful of women,
then follow the tracks of the herds
and graze your little goats
by the tents of the shepherds.
9I picture you, my dearest,
as a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots!
10Lovely are your cheeks, adorned with ear hoops;
your neck, with beads.
11Let’s make hoops of gold beaded with silver for you!
12With my king close by,
my perfume filled the air.
13A sachet of myrrh is my love to me,
lying all night between my breasts.
14A cluster of henna flowers is my love to me
in the desert gardens of En-gedi.
15Look at you—so beautiful, my dearest!
Look at you—so beautiful! Your eyes are doves!
16Look at you—so beautiful, my love!
Yes, delightful! Yes, our bed is lush and green!
17The ceilings of our chambers are cedars;
our rafters, cypresses.