| 1:2 |
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth—for your love is more delightful than wine. |
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth— for your love is more delightful than wine. |
| 1:3 |
Pleasing is the fragrance of your perfumes; your name is like perfume poured out. No wonder the maidens love you! |
Pleasing is the fragrance of your perfumes; your name is like perfume poured out. No wonder the young women love you! |
| 1:5 |
Dark am I, yet lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, dark like the tents of Kedar, like the tent curtains of Solomon. |
Dark am I, yet lovely, daughters of Jerusalem, dark like the tents of Kedar, like the tent curtains of Solomon. |
| 1:6 |
Do not stare at me because I am dark, because I am darkened by the sun. My mothers sons were angry with me and made me take care of the vineyards; my own vineyard I have neglected. |
Do not stare at me because I am dark, because I am darkened by the sun. My mothers sons were angry with me and made me take care of the vineyards; my own vineyard I had to neglect. |
| 1:9 |
I liken you, my darling, to a mare harnessed to one of the chariots of Pharaoh. |
I liken you, my darling, to a mare among Pharaohs chariot horses. |
| 1:13 |
My lover is to me a sachet of myrrh resting between my breasts. |
My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh resting between my breasts. |
| 1:14 |
My lover is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi. |
My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi. |
| 1:16 |
How handsome you are, my lover! Oh, how charming! And our bed is verdant. |
How handsome you are, my beloved! Oh, how charming! And our bed is verdant. |
| 2:2 |
Like a lily among thorns is my darling among the maidens. |
Like a lily among thorns is my darling among the young women. |
| 2:3 |
Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest is my lover among the young men. I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste. |
Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest is my beloved among the young men. I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste. |
| 2:4 |
He has taken me to the banquet hall, and his banner over me is love. |
Let him lead me to the banquet hall, and let his banner over me be love. |
| 2:8 |
Listen! My lover! Look! Here he comes, leaping across the mountains, bounding over the hills. |
Listen! My beloved! Look! Here he comes, leaping across the mountains, bounding over the hills. |
| 2:9 |
My lover is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look! There he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice. |
My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look! There he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice. |
| 2:10 |
My lover spoke and said to me, Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, and come with me. |
My beloved spoke and said to me, Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, come with me. |
| 2:16 |
My lover is mine and I am his; he browses among the lilies. |
My beloved is mine and I am his; he browses among the lilies. |
| 2:17 |
Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, turn, my lover, and be like a gazelle or like a young stag on the rugged hills. |
Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or like a young stag on the rugged hills. |
| 3:6 |
Who is this coming up from the desert like a column of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and incense made from all the spices of the merchant? |
Who is this coming up from the wilderness like a column of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and incense made from all the spices of the merchant? |
| 3:10 |
Its posts he made of silver, its base of gold. Its seat was upholstered with purple, its interior lovingly inlaid by the daughters of Jerusalem. |
Its posts he made of silver, its base of gold. Its seat was upholstered with purple, its interior inlaid with love. Daughters of Jerusalem, |
| 3:11 |
Come out, you daughters of Zion, and look at King Solomon wearing the crown, the crown with which his mother crowned him on the day of his wedding, the day his heart rejoiced. |
come out, and look, you daughters of Zion. Look on King Solomon wearing a crown, the crown with which his mother crowned him on the day of his wedding, the day his heart rejoiced. |
| 4:1 |
How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how beautiful! Your eyes behind your veil are doves. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Mount Gilead. |
How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how beautiful! Your eyes behind your veil are doves. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from the hills of Gilead. |
| 4:4 |
Your neck is like the tower of David, built with elegance; on it hang a thousand shields, all of them shields of warriors. |
Your neck is like the tower of David, built with courses of stone; on it hang a thousand shields, all of them shields of warriors. |
| 4:5 |
Your two breasts are like two fawns, like twin fawns of a gazelle that browse among the lilies. |
Your breasts are like two fawns, like twin fawns of a gazelle that browse among the lilies. |
| 4:7 |
All beautiful you are, my darling; there is no flaw in you. |
You are altogether beautiful, my darling; there is no flaw in you. |
| 4:8 |
Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come with me from Lebanon. Descend from the crest of Amana, from the top of Senir, the summit of Hermon, from the lions dens and the mountain haunts of the leopards. |
Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come with me from Lebanon. Descend from the crest of Amana, from the top of Senir, the summit of Hermon, from the lions dens and the mountain haunts of leopards. |
| 4:10 |
How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much more pleasing is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than any spice! |
How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much more pleasing is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume more than any spice! |
| 4:11 |
Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my bride; milk and honey are under your tongue. The fragrance of your garments is like that of Lebanon. |
Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my bride; milk and honey are under your tongue. The fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon. |
| 4:16 |
Awake, north wind, and come, south wind! Blow on my garden, that its fragrance may spread abroad. Let my lover come into his garden and taste its choice fruits. |
Awake, north wind, and come, south wind! Blow on my garden, that its fragrance may spread everywhere. Let my beloved come into his garden and taste its choice fruits. |
| 5:1 |
I have come into 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, O friends, and drink; drink your fill, O lovers. |
I have come into 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; drink your fill of love. |
| 5:2 |
I slept but my heart was awake. Listen! My lover is knocking: Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one. My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night. |
I slept but my heart was awake. Listen! My beloved is knocking: Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one. My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night. |
| 5:3 |
I have taken off my robe—must I put it on again? I have washed my feet—must I soil them again? |
I have taken off my robe— must I put it on again? I have washed my feet— must I soil them again? |
| 5:4 |
My lover thrust his hand through the latch opening; my heart began to pound for him. |
My beloved thrust his hand through the latch opening; my heart began to pound for him. |
| 5:5 |
I arose to open for my lover, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh, on the handles of the lock. |
I arose to open for my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh, on the handles of the bolt. |
| 5:6 |
I opened for my lover, but my lover had left; he was gone. My heart sank at his departure. I looked for him but did not find him. I called him but he did not answer. |
I opened for my beloved, but my beloved had left; he was gone. My heart sank at his departure. I looked for him but did not find him. I called him but he did not answer. |
| 5:8 |
O daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you—if you find my lover, what will you tell him? Tell him I am faint with love. |
Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you— if you find my beloved, what will you tell him? Tell him I am faint with love. |
| 5:9 |
How is your beloved better than others, most beautiful of women? How is your beloved better than others, that you charge us so? |
How is your beloved better than others, most beautiful of women? How is your beloved better than others, that you so charge us? |
| 5:10 |
My lover is radiant and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand. |
My beloved is radiant and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand. |
| 5:14 |
His arms are rods of gold set with chrysolite. His body is like polished ivory decorated with sapphires. |
His arms are rods of gold set with topaz. His body is like polished ivory decorated with lapis lazuli. |
| 5:16 |
His mouth is sweetness itself; he is altogether lovely. This is my lover, this my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem. |
His mouth is sweetness itself; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem. |
| 6:1 |
Where has your lover gone, most beautiful of women? Which way did your lover turn, that we may look for him with you? |
Where has your beloved gone, most beautiful of women? Which way did your beloved turn, that we may look for him with you? |
| 6:2 |
My lover has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to browse in the gardens and to gather lilies. |
My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to browse in the gardens and to gather lilies. |
| 6:3 |
I am my lovers and my lover is mine; he browses among the lilies. |
I am my beloveds and my beloved is mine; he browses among the lilies. |
| 6:4 |
You are beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, majestic as troops with banners. |
You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners. |
| 6:6 |
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing. Each has its twin, not one of them is alone. |
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing. Each has its twin, not one of them is missing. |
| 6:9 |
but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the only daughter of her mother, the favorite of the one who bore her. The maidens saw her and called her blessed; the queens and concubines praised her. |
but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the only daughter of her mother, the favorite of the one who bore her. The young women saw her and called her blessed; the queens and concubines praised her. |
| 7:1 |
How beautiful your sandaled feet, O princes daughter! Your graceful legs are like jewels, the work of a craftsmans hands. |
How beautiful your sandaled feet, O princes daughter! Your graceful legs are like jewels, the work of an artists hands. |
| 7:3 |
Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle. |
Your breasts are like two fawns, like twin fawns of a gazelle. |
| 7:6 |
How beautiful you are and how pleasing, O love, with your delights! |
How beautiful you are and how pleasing, my love, with your delights! |
| 7:8 |
I said, I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit. May your breasts be like the clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples, |
I said, I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit. May your breasts be like clusters of grapes on the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples, |
| 7:9 |
and your mouth like the best wine. May the wine go straight to my lover, flowing gently over lips and teeth. |
and your mouth like the best wine. May the wine go straight to my beloved, flowing gently over lips and teeth. |
| 7:10 |
I belong to my lover, and his desire is for me. |
I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me. |
| 7:11 |
Come, my lover, let us go to the countryside, let us spend the night in the villages. |
Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside, let us spend the night in the villages. |
| 7:12 |
Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vines have budded, if their blossoms have opened, and if the pomegranates are in bloom—there I will give you my love. |
Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vines have budded, if their blossoms have opened, and if the pomegranates are in bloom— there I will give you my love. |
| 7:13 |
The mandrakes send out their fragrance, and at our door is every delicacy, both new and old, that I have stored up for you, my lover. |
The mandrakes send out their fragrance, and at our door is every delicacy, both new and old, that I have stored up for you, my beloved. |
| 8:2 |
I would lead you and bring you to my mothers house—she who has taught me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, the nectar of my pomegranates. |
I would lead you and bring you to my mothers house— she who has taught me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, the nectar of my pomegranates. |
| 8:5 |
Who is this coming up from the desert leaning on her lover? Under the apple tree I roused you; there your mother conceived you, there she who was in labor gave you birth. |
Who is this coming up from the wilderness leaning on her beloved? Under the apple tree I roused you; there your mother conceived you, there she who was in labor gave you birth. |
| 8:7 |
Many waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot wash it away. If one were to give all the wealth of his house for love, it would be utterly scorned. |
Many waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot sweep it away. If one were to give all the wealth of ones house for love, it would be utterly scorned. |
| 8:8 |
We have a young sister, and her breasts are not yet grown. What shall we do for our sister for the day she is spoken for? |
We have a little sister, and her breasts are not yet grown. What shall we do for our sister on the day she is spoken for? |
| 8:12 |
But my own vineyard is mine to give; the thousand shekels are for you, O Solomon, and two hundred are for those who tend its fruit. |
But my own vineyard is mine to give; the thousand shekels are for you, Solomon, and two hundred are for those who tend its fruit. |
| 8:14 |
Come away, my lover, and be like a gazelle or like a young stag on the spice laden mountains. |
Come away, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or like a young stag on the spice laden mountains. |