Song of Solomon

+ 179 The Song of Songs, which is Solomonís. Song of Solomon 1:1


+ 286 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your blove is better than wine; Song of Solomon 1:2


+ 238 The smell of your perfume is pleasant, and your name is pleasant like expensive perfume. Thatís why the young women love you. Song of Solomon 1:3


+ 231 Take me with you; letís run together. The king takes me into his rooms. We will rejoice and be happy with you; we praise your love more than wine. With good reason, the young women love you. Song of Solomon 1:4


+ 220 Iím dark but lovely,
women of Jerusalem,
dark like the tents of Kedar,
like the curtains of Solomon.
Song of Solomon 1:5


+ 230 Donít look at how dark I am,
at how dark the sun has made me.
My brothers were angry with me
and made me tend the vineyards,
so I havenít tended my own vineyard!
Song of Solomon 1:6


+ 205 Tell me, you whom I love,
where do you feed your sheep?
Where do you let them rest at noon?
Why should I look for you near your friendís sheep,
like a woman who wears a veil?
Song of Solomon 1:7


+ 193 You are the most beautiful of women.
Surely you know to follow the sheep
and feed your young goats
near the shepherdsí tents.
Song of Solomon 1:8


+ 185 My darling, you are like a mare among the kingís stallions.
Song of Solomon 1:9


+ 199 Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments,
and your neck with jewels.
Song of Solomon 1:10


+ 187 We will make for you gold earrings with silver hooks. Song of Solomon 1:11


+ 189 The smell of my perfume spreads out to the king on his couch. Song of Solomon 1:12


+ 211 My lover is like a bag of myrrh that lies all night between my breasts. Song of Solomon 1:13


+ 232 My lover is like a bunch of flowers from the vineyards at En Gedi. Song of Solomon 1:14


+ 197 My darling, you are beautiful!
Oh, you are beautiful,
and your eyes are like doves.
Song of Solomon 1:15


+ 209 You are so handsome, my lover,
and so pleasant!
Our bed is the grass.
Song of Solomon 1:16


+ 201 Cedar trees form our roof;
our ceiling is made of juniper wood.
Song of Solomon 1:17


+ 159 I am a rose in the Plain of Sharon, a lily in the valleys. Song of Solomon 2:1


+ 180 Among the young women, my darling is like a lily among thorns! Song of Solomon 2:2


+ 208 Among the young men, my lover
is like an apple tree in the woods!
I enjoy sitting in his shadow;
his fruit is sweet to my taste.
Song of Solomon 2:3


+ 213 He brought me to the banquet room,
and his banner over me is love.
Song of Solomon 2:4


+ 229 Strengthen me with raisins,
and refresh me with apples,
because I am weak with love.
Song of Solomon 2:5


+ 207 My loverís left hand is under my head,
and his right arm holds me tight.
Song of Solomon 2:6


+ 245 Women of Jerusalem, promise me by the gazelles and the deer not to awaken or excite my feelings of love until it is ready.
Song of Solomon 2:7


+ 218 I hear my loverís voice. Here he comes jumping across the mountains, skipping over the hills.
Song of Solomon 2:8


+ 234 My lover is like a gazelle or a young deer. Look, he stands behind our wall peeking through the windows, looking through the blinds.
Song of Solomon 2:9


+ 231 My lover spoke and said to me,
Get up, my darling;
letís go away, my beautiful one.
Song of Solomon 2:10


+ 193 Look, the winter is past;
the rains are over and gone.
Song of Solomon 2:11


+ 224 Blossoms appear through all the land.
The time has come to sing;
the cooing of doves is heard in our land.
Song of Solomon 2:12


+ 227 There are young figs on the fig trees, and the blossoms on the vines smell sweet.
Get up, my darling; letís go away, my beautiful one.
Song of Solomon 2:13


+ 227 O my dove, in the clefts of the rock,
in the crannies of the cliff,
let me see your face,
let me hear your voice,
for your voice is sweet,
and your face is lovely.
Song of Solomon 2:14


+ 216 Catch the foxes for us,
the little foxes
that spoil the vineyards,
for our vineyards are in blossom.
Song of Solomon 2:15


+ 225 My beloved is mine, and I am his;
he grazes among the lilies.
Song of Solomon 2:16


+ 212 Until the day breathes
and the shadows flee,
turn, my beloved, be like a gazelle
or a young stag on cleft mountains.
Song of Solomon 2:17


+ 251 On my bed by night
I sought him whom my soul loves;
I sought him, but found him not.
Song of Solomon 3:1


+ 240 I got up and went around the city,
in the streets and squares,
looking for the one I love.
I looked for him, but I could not find him.
Song of Solomon 3:2


+ 199 The watchmen found me as they patrolled the city,
so I asked, Have you seen the one I love?
Song of Solomon 3:3


+ 238 As soon as I had left them,
I found the one I love.
I held him and would not let him go until I brought him to my motherís house,
to the room where I was born.
Song of Solomon 3:4


+ 245 Women of Jerusalem, promise me by the gazelles and the deer not to awaken or excite my feelings of love until it is ready.
Song of Solomon 3:4


+ 209 Who is this coming out of the desert like a cloud of smoke?
Who is this that smells like myrrh, incense, and other spices?
Song of Solomon 3:6


+ 235 Look, itís Solomonís couch with sixty soldiers around it, the finest soldiers of Israel.
Song of Solomon 3:7


+ 211 These soldiers all carry swords and have been trained in war.
Every man wears a sword at his side and is ready for the dangers of the night.
Song of Solomon 3:8


+ 171 King Solomon had a couch made for himself of wood from Lebanon.
Song of Solomon 3:9


+ 226 He made its posts of silver and its braces of gold.
The seat was covered with purple cloth that the women of Jerusalem wove with love.
Song of Solomon 3:10


+ 188 Women of Jerusalem, go out and see King Solomon.
He is wearing the crown his mother put on his head on his wedding day, when his heart was happy!
Song of Solomon 3:10


+ 215 How beautiful you are, my darling!
Oh, you are beautiful!
Your eyes behind your veil are like doves.
Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down Mount Gilead.
Song of Solomon 4:1


+ 227 Your teeth are white like newly sheared sheep just coming from their bath.
Each one has a twin, and none of them is missing.
Song of Solomon 4:2


+ 232 Your lips are like red silk thread,
and your mouth is lovely.
Your cheeks behind your veil are like slices of a pomegranate.
Song of Solomon 4:3


+ 215 Your neck is like Davidís tower,
built with rows of stones.
A thousand shields hang on its walls;
each shield belongs to a strong soldier.
Song of Solomon 4:4


+ 184 Your breasts are like two fawns,
like twins of a gazelle,
feeding among the lilies.
Song of Solomon 4:5


+ 214 Until the day dawns
and the shadows disappear,
I will go to that mountain of myrrh
and to that hill of incense.
Song of Solomon 4:6


+ 200 My darling, everything about you is beautiful,
and there is nothing at all wrong with you.
Song of Solomon 4:7


+ 236 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride.
Come with me from Lebanon,
from the top of Mount Amana,
from the tops of Mount Senir and Mount Hermon.
Come from the lionsí dens
and from the leopardsí hills.
Song of Solomon 4:8


+ 189 My sister, my bride,
you have thrilled my heart;
you have thrilled my heart
with a glance of your eyes,
with one sparkle from your necklace.
Song of Solomon 4:9


+ 219 Your love is so sweet, my sister, my bride.
Your love is better than wine,
and your perfume smells better than any spice.
Song of Solomon 4:10


+ 190 My bride, your lips drip honey;
honey and milk are under your tongue.
Your clothes smell like the cedars of Lebanon.
Song of Solomon 4:11


+ 223 My sister, my bride, you are like a garden locked up,
like a walled-in spring, a closed-up fountain.
Song of Solomon 4:12


+ 207 Your limbs are like an orchard
of pomegranates with all the best fruit,
filled with flowers and nard,
Song of Solomon 4:13


+ 165 Nard and saffron, calamus, and cinnamon,
with trees of incense, myrrh, and aloesó all the best spices.
Song of Solomon 4:14


+ 219 You are like a garden fountainó a well of fresh water flowing down from the mountains of Lebanon.
Song of Solomon 4:15


+ 228 Awake, north wind. Come, south wind.
Blow on my garden, and let its sweet smells flow out.
Let my lover enter the garden and eat its best fruits.
Song of Solomon 4:16


+ 283 I have entered my garden, my sister, my bride.
I have gathered my myrrh with my spice.
I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey.
I have drunk my wine and my milk.
Eat, friends, and drink;
yes, drink deeply, lovers.
Song of Solomon 5:1


+ 223 I sleep, but my heart is awake.
I hear my lover knocking.
ďOpen to me, my sister, my darling,
my dove, my perfect one.
My head is wet with dew,
and my hair with the dampness of the night.Ē
Song of Solomon 5:2


+ 229 I have taken off my garment and donít want to put it on again.
I have washed my feet and donít want to get them dirty again.
Song of Solomon 5:3


+ 200 My lover put his hand through the opening, and I felt excited inside.
Song of Solomon 5:4


+ 224 I got up to open the door for my lover.
Myrrh was dripping from my hands
and flowing from my fingers,
onto the handles of the lock.
Song of Solomon 5:5


+ 215 I opened the door for my lover,
but my lover had left and was gone.
When he spoke, he took my breath away.
I looked for him, but I could not find him;
I called for him, but he did not answer.
Song of Solomon 5:6


+ 201 The watchmen found me as they patrolled the city.
They hit me and hurt me; the guards on the wall took away my veil.
Song of Solomon 5:7


+ 213 Promise me, women of Jerusalem,
if you find my lover,
tell him I am weak with love.
Song of Solomon 5:8


+ 207 How is your lover better than other lovers,
most beautiful of women?
How is your lover better than other lovers?
Why do you want us to promise this?
Song of Solomon 5:9


+ 232 My lover is healthy and tan,
the best of ten thousand men.
Song of Solomon 5:10


+ 202 His head is like the finest gold;
his hair is wavy and black like a raven.
Song of Solomon 5:11


+ 189 His eyes are like doves
by springs of water.
They seem to be bathed in cream
and are set like jewels.
Song of Solomon 5:12


+ 220 His cheeks are like beds of spices;
they smell like mounds of perfume.
His lips are like lilies
flowing with myrrh.
Song of Solomon 5:13


+ 184 His hands are like gold hinges,
filled with jewels.
His body is like shiny ivory
covered with sapphires.
Song of Solomon 5:14


+ 181 His legs are like large marble posts,
standing on bases of fine gold.
He is like a cedar of Lebanon,
like the finest of the trees.
Song of Solomon 5:15


+ 232 His mouth is sweet to kiss, and I desire him very much.
Yes, daughters of Jerusalem, this is my lover and my friend.
Song of Solomon 5:16


+ 240 Where has your lover gone,
most beautiful of women?
Which way did your lover turn?
We will look for him with you.
Song of Solomon 6:1


+ 225 My lover has gone down to his garden,
to the beds of spices,
to feed in the gardens
and to gather lilies.
Song of Solomon 6:2


+ 226 I belong to my lover,
and my lover belongs to me.
He feeds among the lilies.
Song of Solomon 6:3


+ 226 My darling, you are as beautiful as the city of Tirzah,
as lovely as the city of Jerusalem,
like an army flying flags.
Song of Solomon 6:4


+ 194 Turn your eyes from me,
because they excite me too much.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
streaming down Mount Gilead.
Song of Solomon 6:5


+ 223 Your teeth are white like sheep
just coming from their bath;
each one has a twin,
and none of them is missing.
Song of Solomon 6:6


+ 194 Your cheeks behind your veil are like slices of a pomegranate.
Song of Solomon 6:7


+ 214 There may be sixty queens and eighty slave women and so many girls you cannot count them,
Song of Solomon 6:8


+ 219 But there is only one like my dove, my perfect one.
She is her motherís only daughter,
the brightest of the one who gave her birth.
The young women saw her and called her happy;
the queens and the slave women also praised her.
Song of Solomon 6:9


+ 184 Who is that young woman
that shines out like the dawn?
She is as pretty as the moon,
as bright as the sun,
as wonderful as an army flying flags.
Song of Solomon 6:10


+ 203 I went down into the orchard of nut trees to see the blossoms of the valley,
to look for buds on the vines,
to see if the pomegranate trees had bloomed.
Song of Solomon 6:11


+ 183 Before I realized it, my desire for you made me feel like a prince in a chariot.
Song of Solomon 6:12


+ 216 Come back, come back, woman of Shulam.
Come back, come back,
so we may look at you!

Why do you want to look at the woman of Shulam
as you would at the dance of two armies?
Song of Solomon 6:13


+ 242 Your feet are beautiful in sandals,
you daughter of a prince.
Your round thighs are like jewels shaped by an artist.
Song of Solomon 7:1


+ 216 Your navel is like a round drinking cup always filled with wine.
Your stomach is like a pile of wheat surrounded with lilies.
Song of Solomon 7:2


+ 174 Your breasts are like two fawns,
like twins of a gazelle.
Song of Solomon 7:3


+ 204 Your neck is like an ivory tower.
Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon near the gate of Bath Rabbim.
Your nose is like the mountain of Lebanon that looks down on Damascus.
Song of Solomon 7:4


+ 193 Your head is like Mount Carmel,
and your hair is like purple cloth;
the king is captured in its folds.
Song of Solomon 7:5


+ 206 You are beautiful and pleasant;
my love, you are full of delights.
Song of Solomon 7:6


+ 178 You are tall like a palm tree,
and your breasts are like its bunches of fruit.
Song of Solomon 7:7


+ 222 I said, ďI will climb up the palm tree and take hold of its fruit.Ē
Let your breasts be like bunches of grapes,
the smell of your breath like apples,
Song of Solomon 7:8


+ 218 And your mouth like the best wine.
Let this wine go down sweetly for my lover;
may it flow gently past the lips and teeth.
Song of Solomon 7:9


+ 228 I belong to my lover,
and he desires only me.
Song of Solomon 7:10


+ 260 Come, my lover,
letís go out into the country
and spend the night in the fields.
Song of Solomon 7:11


+ 224 Letís go early to the vineyards
and see if the buds are on the vines.
Letís see if the blossoms have already opened
and if the pomegranates have bloomed.
There I will give you my love.
Song of Solomon 7:12


+ 234 The mandrake flowers give their sweet smell,
and all the best fruits are at our gates.
I have saved them for you, my lover, the old delights and the new.
Song of Solomon 7:13


+ 198 I wish you were like my brother
who fed at my motherís breasts.
If I found you outside,
I would kiss you,
and no one would look down on me.
Song of Solomon 8:1


+ 222 I would lead you and bring you
to my motherís house;
she is the one who taught me.
I would give you a drink of spiced wine from my pomegranates.
Song of Solomon 8:2


+ 204 My loverís left hand is under my head,
and his right arm holds me tight.
Song of Solomon 8:3


+ 267 Women of Jerusalem,
promise not to awaken
or excite my feelings of love
until it is ready.
Song of Solomon 8:4


+ 244 Who is this coming out of the desert,
leaning on her lover?
I woke you under the apple tree where you were born;
there your mother gave birth to you.
Song of Solomon 8:5


+ 277 Put me like a seal on your heart,
like a seal on your arm.
Love is as strong as death;
jealousy is as strong as the grave.
Love bursts into flames
and burns like a hot fire.
Song of Solomon 8:6


+ 236 Even much water cannot put out the flame of love;
floods cannot drown love.
If a man offered everything in his house for love,
people would totally reject it.
Song of Solomon 8:7


+ 233 We have a little sister,
and her breasts are not yet grown.
What should we do for our sister
on the day she becomes engaged?
Song of Solomon 8:8


+ 210 If she is a wall,
we will put silver towers on her.
If she is a door,
we will protect her with cedar boards.
Song of Solomon 8:9


+ 213 I am a wall,
and my breasts are like towers.
So I was to him,
as one who brings happiness.
Song of Solomon 8:10


+ 210 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon.
He rented the vineyards for others to tend,
and everyone who rented had to pay
twenty-five pounds of silver for the fruit.
Song of Solomon 8:11


+ 226 But my own vineyard is mine to give.
Solomon, the twenty-five pounds of silver are for you,
and five pounds are for those who tend the fruit.
Song of Solomon 8:12


+ 210 You who live in the gardens,
my friends are listening for your voice;
let me hear it.
Song of Solomon 8:13


+ 285 Hurry, my lover,
be like a gazelle
or a young deer
on the mountains where spices grow.
Song of Solomon 8:14