Chapter One

  1. THE SONG OF songs, which is Solomons.
  2. Let him kiss me with the kiss­es of his mouth: for thy love is bet­ter than wine.
  3. Because of the sa­vour of thy good oint­ments thy name is as oint­ment poured forth, there­fore do the vir­gins love thee.
  4. Draw me, we will run af­ter thee: the king hath brought me in­to his cham­bers: we will be glad and re­joice in thee, we will re­mem­ber thy love more than wine: the up­right love thee.
  5. I am black, but come­ly, O‍ ‍Ye daugh­ters of Je­ru­sa­lem, as the tents of Ke‍‍-‍dar, as the cur­tains of Solomon.
  6. Look not up­on me, be­cause I am black, be­cause the sun hath looked up­on me: my moth­ers chil­dren were an­gry with me; they made me the keep­er of the vine­yards; but mine own vine­yard have I not kept.
  7. Tell me, O‍ ‍thou whom my soul lov­eth, where thou feed­est, where thou mak­est thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turn­eth aside by the flocks of thy companions?
  8. If thou know not, O‍ ‍thou fair­est among wom­en, go thy way forth by the foot­steps of the flock, and feed thy kids be­side the shep­herds’‍ ‍tents.
  9. I have com­pared thee, O‍ ‍my love, to a com­pany of hors­es in Pha­raohs chariots.
  10. Thy cheeks are come­ly with rows of jew­els, thy neck with chains of gold.
  11. We will make thee bor­ders of gold with studs of silver.
  12. While the king sit­teth at his ta­ble, my spike­nard send­eth forth the smell thereof.
  13. A bun­dle of myrrhis my well­belov­ed un­to me; he shall lie all night be­twixt my breasts.
  14. My be­lov­ed is un­to me as a clus­ter of cam­phire(sic)in the vine­yards of En-‍ge‍‍-‍di.
  15. Behold, thou art fair, my love, be­hold, thou art fair; thou hast dove eyes.
  16. Behold, thou art fair, my be­lov­ed, yea, pleas­ant: al­so our bed is green.
  17. The beams of our house are(of)‍ ‍ce­dar, and our raft­ers (are) of fir.
Chapter Two
  1. IAM THE ROSE of Shar‍‍-‍on, and the lily of the valleys.
  2. As the li­ly among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
  3. As the ap­ple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my be­lov­ed among the sons. I sat down un­der his shad­ow with great de­light, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
  4. He brought me to the ban­quet­ing house, and his ban­ner over me was love.
  5. Stay me with flag­ons, com­fort me with ap­ples: for I am sick of‍ ‍love.
  6. His left hand is un­der my head, and his right hand doth em­brace me.
  7. I charge you, O‍ ‍ye daugh­ters of Je­ru­sa­lem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
  8. The voice of my be­lov­ed! be­hold, he com­eth leap­ing up­on the moun­tains, skip­ping up­on the hills.
  9. My be­lov­ed is like a roe, or a young hart: be­hold, he stand­eth be­hind our wall, he look­eth forth at the win­dows, shew­ing him­self through the lattice.
  10. My be­lov­ed spake, and said un­to me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
  11. For, lo, the win­ter is past, the rain is over and gone;
  12. The flow­ers ap­pear on the earth; the time of the sing­ing of birds is come, and the voice of the tur­tle­(dove) is heard in our land;
  13. The fig tree put­teth forth her green figs, and the vines with the ten­der grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
  14. O my dove, thou art in the clefts of the rock, in the se­cret plac­es of the stairs, let me see thy coun­ten­ance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy coun­ten­ance is comely.
  15. Take us the fox­es, the lit­tle fox­es, that spoil the vines: for our vines have ten­der grapes.
  16. My be­lov­ed is mine, and I am his: he feed­eth among the lilies.
  17. Until the day break, and the shad­ows flee away, turn, my be­lov­ed, and be thou like a roe or a young hart up­on the moun­tains of Be‍‍-‍ther.
Chapter Three
  1. BY NIGHT ON my bed I sought him whom my soul lov­eth: I sought him, but I found him not.
  2. I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul lov­eth: I sought him, but I found him not.
  3. The watch­men that go about the city found me: to whom I said, Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?
  4. It was but a lit­tle that I passed from them, but I found him whom my soul lov­eth: I held him, and would not let him go, un­til I had brought him in­to my moth­ers house, and in­to the cham­ber of her that con­ceived me.
  5. I charge you, O‍ ‍ye daugh­ters of Je­ru­sa­lem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
  6. Who is this that com­eth out of the wil­der­ness like pil­lars of smoke, per­fumed with myrrh and frank­in­cense, with all pow­ders of the merchant?
  7. Behold his bed, which is Sol­o­mons; three­score val­iant men are about it, of the val­iant of Israel.
  8. They all hold swords, be­ing ex­pert in war: ev­ery man hath his sword up­on his thigh be­cause of fear in the night.
  9. King Sol­o­mon made him­self a char­i­ot of the wood of Leb‍‍-‍a-‍non.
  10. He made the pil­lars there­of of sil­ver, the bot­tom there­of of gold, the cov­er­ing of it of pur­ple, the midst there­of be­ing paved with love, for the daugh­ters of Jerusalem.
  11. Go forth, O‍ ‍ye daugh­ters of Zion, and be­hold king Sol­o­mon with the crown where­with his moth­er crowned him in the day of his es­pous­als, and in the day of the glad­ness of his heart.
Chapter Four
  1. BEHOLD, THOUart fair, my love; be­hold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes with­in thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that ap­pear from mount Gil‍‍-‍e-‍ad.
  2. Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the wash­ing; where­of ev­ery one bear twins, and none is bar­ren among them.
  3. Thy lips are like a thread of scar­let, and thy speech is come­ly: thy tem­ples are like a piece of pom­e­gran­ate with­in thy locks.
  4. Thy neck is like the tow­er of David build­ed for an ar­mory, where­on there hang a thou­sand buck­lers, all shields of migh­ty men.
  5. Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
  6. Until the day break, and the shad­ows flee away, I will get me to the moun­tain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
  7. Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.
  8. Come with me from Leb‍‍-‍a-‍non, my spouse, with me from Leb‍‍-‍a-‍non: look from the top of Am‍‍-‍a-‍na, from the top of She‍‍-‍nir and Her­mon, from the li­ons’ dens, from the moun­tains of the leopards.
  9. Thou hast rav­aged my heart, my sis­ter, my spouse; thou hast rav­aged my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.
  10. How fair is thy love, my sis­ter, my spouse! how much bet­ter is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine oint­ments than all spices!
  11. Thy lips, O‍ ‍my spouse, drop as the hon­ey­comb: hon­ey and milk are un­der thy tongue; and the smell of thy gar­ments is like the smell of Leb‍‍-‍a-‍non.
  12. A gar­den in­closed is my sis­ter, my spouse; a spring shut up, a foun­tain sealed.
  13. Thy plants are an or­chard of pom­e­gran­ates, with pleas­ant fruits; cam­phire,(sic)with spikenard,
  14. Spike­nard and saf­fron;cal­a­mus and cin­na­mon, with all the trees of frank­in­cense;myrrh and al­oes, with all the chief spices:
  15. A foun­tain of gar­dens, a well of liv­ing wa­ters, and streams from Leb‍‍-‍a-‍non.
  16. Awake, O‍ ‍north wind; and come, thou south (wind)‍; blow up­on my gar­den, that the spic­es there­of may flow out. Let my be­lov­ed come in­to his gar­den, and eat his pleas­ant fruits.‍ ‍[]
Chapter Five
  1. IAM COME in­to my gar­den, my sis­ter, my spouse: I have gath­ered my myrrh with my spice; I have eat­en my hon­ey­comb with my hon­ey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O‍ ‍friends; drink, yea, drink abun­dant­ly, O‍ ‍beloved.
  2. I sleep, but my heart wak­eth: it is the voice of my be­lov­ed that knock­eth, say­ing, Op­en to me, my sis­ter, my love, my dove, my un­de­filed: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
  3. I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I de­file‍ ‍them?
  4. My be­lov­ed put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bow­els were moved for‍ ‍him.
  5. I rose up to op­en to my be­lov­ed; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fin­gers with sweet smell­ing myrrh, up­on the han­dles of the lock.
  6. I opened to my be­lov­ed; but my be­lov­ed had with­drawn him­self, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
  7. The watch­men that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wound­ed me; the keep­ers of the walls took away my veil from me.
  8. I charge you, O‍ ‍daugh­ters of Je­ru­sa­lem, if ye find my be­lov­ed, that ye tell him, that I am sick of‍ ‍love.
  9. What is thy be­lov­ed more than an­oth­er be­lov­ed, O‍ ‍thou fair­est among wom­en? what is thy be­lov­ed more than an­oth­er be­lov­ed, that thou dost so charge us?
  10. My be­lov­ed is white and rud­dy, the chief­est among ten thousand.
  11. His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
  12. His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the riv­ers of wa­ters, washed with milk, and fit­ly set.
  13. His cheeks are as a bed of spic­es, as sweet flow­ers: his lips like lilies, drop­ping sweet smell­ing myrrh.
  14. His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his bel­ly is as bright ivo­ry over­laid with sapphires.
  15. His legs are as pil­lars of mar­ble, set up­on sock­ets of fine gold: his coun­ten­ance is as Leb‍‍-‍a-‍non, ex­cel­lent as the cedars.
  16. His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is al­to­geth­er love­ly. This is my be­lov­ed, and this is my friend, O‍ ‍daugh­ter of Jerusalem.
Chapter Six
  1. WHITHER IS THY be­lov­ed gone, O‍ ‍thou fair­est among wom­en? whith­er is thy be­lov­ed turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.
  2. My be­lov­ed is gone down in­to his gar­den, to the beds of spic­es, to feed in the gar­dens, and to gath­er lilies.
  3. I am my be­lov­eds, and my be­lov­ed is mine: he feed­eth among the lilies.
  4. Thou art beau­ti­ful, O‍ ‍my love, as Tir‍‍-‍zah, come­ly as Je­ru­sal­em, ter­ri­ble as an ar­my with banners.
  5. Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have over­come me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that ap­pear from Gil‍‍-‍e-‍ad.
  6. Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the wash­ing, where­of ev­ery one bear­eth twins, and there is not one bar­ren among them.
  7. As a piece of a pom­e­gran­ate are thy tem­ples with­in thy locks.
  8. There are three­score queens, and four­score con­cu­bines, and vir­gins with­out number.
  9. My dove, my un­de­filed is but one; she is the on­ly one of her moth­er, she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daugh­ters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the con­cu­bines, and they praised her.
  10. Who is she that look­eth forth as the morn­ing, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and ter­ri­ble as an ar­my with banners?
  11. I went down in­to the gar­den of nuts to see the fruits of the val­ley, and to see wheth­er the vine flour­ished, and the pom­e­gran­ates budded.
  12. Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the char­i­ots of Am-‍mi‍‍-‍na-‍dib.
  13. Return, re­turn, O‍ ‍Shu‍‍-‍lam-‍ite; re­turn, re­turn, that we may look up­on thee. What will ye see in the Shu‍‍-‍lam-‍ite? As it were the com­pa­ny of two armies.
Chapter Seven
  1. HOW BEAU­TI­FUL are thy feet with shoes, O‍ ‍princes daugh­ter! the joints of thy thighs are like jew­els, the work of the hand of a cun­ning workman.
  2. Thy na­vel is like a round gob­let, which want­eth not liq­uor: thy bel­ly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
  3. Thy two breasts are like two young roesthat are twins.
  4. Thy neck is as a tow­er of ivo­ry; thine eyes like the fish­pools in Hesh‍‍-‍bon, by the gate of Bath–‍rab‍‍-‍bim; thy nose is as the tow­er of Leb‍‍-‍a-‍non which look­eth to­ward Damascus.
  5. Thine head up­on thee is like Car­mel, and the hair of thine head like pur­ple; the king is held in the galleries.
  6. How fair and how pleas­ant art thou, O‍ ‍love, for delights!
  7. This thy sta­ture is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clus­ters of grapes.
  8. I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs there­of: now al­so thy breasts shall be as clus­ters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
  9. And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my be­lov­ed, that go­eth down sweet­ly, caus­ing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
  10. I am my be­lov­eds, and his de­sire is to­ward me.
  11. Come, my be­lov­ed, let us go forth in­to the field; let us lodge in the villages.
  12. Let us get up ear­ly to the vine­yards; let us see if the vine flour­ish, wheth­er the ten­der grape ap­pear, and the pom­e­gran­ates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.
  13. The man­drakes give a smell, and at our gates are all man­ner of pleas­ant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O‍ ‍my beloved.
Chapter Eight
  1. O THAT THOUwert as my broth­er that sucked the breasts of my moth­er! when I should find thee with­out, I would kiss thee; yea, I should not be despised.
  2. I would lead thee, and bring thee in­to my moth­ers house, who would in­struct me: I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.
  3. His left hand should be un­der my head, and his right hand should em­brace me.
  4. I charge you, O‍ ‍daugh­ters of Je­ru­sa­lem, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, un­til he please.
  5. Who is this that com­eth up from the wil­der­ness, lean­ing up­on her be­lov­ed? I raised thee up un­der the ap­ple tree: there my moth­er brought thee forth that bare thee.
  6. Set me as a seal up­on thine heart, as a seal up­on thine arm: for love is strong as death; jeal­ousy is cru­el as the grave: the coals there­of are coals of fire, which hath a most ve­he­ment flame.
  7. Many wa­ters can­not quench love, nei­ther can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the sub­stance of his house for love, it would ut­ter­ly be contemned.
  8. We have a lit­tle sis­ter, and she hath no breasts: what shall we do for our sis­ter in the day when she shall be spo­ken for?
  9. If she be a wall, we will build her a pal­ace of sil­ver: and if she be a door, we will in­close her with boards of cedar.
  10. I am a wall, and my breasts like tow­ers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favour.
  11. Solomon had a vine­yard at Ba‍‍-‍al–‍ha‍‍-‍mon; he let out the vine­yard un­to keep­ers; ev­ery one for the fruit there­of was to bring a thou­sand piec­es of silver.
  12. My vine­yard, which is mine, is be­fore me: thou, O‍ ‍Sol­o­mon, must have a thou­sand, and those that keep the fruit there­of two hundred.
  13. ⟨•Thou that dwell­est in the gar­dens, the com­pan­ions heark­en to thy voice: cause me to hear it.•⟩
  14. Make haste, my be­lov­ed, and be thou like (un)­to a roe or (like un)­to a young hart up­on the moun­tains of spices.
"precept upon precept; line upon line" . . . - For knowledge shall cease and wisdom fail, but understanding remaineth (if gained from the former).