Chapter 1
1The Song of songs, which is Solomon’s.
2Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth;
3Your oils have a pleasing fragrance.
4Take me away with you.
5I am dark, but lovely,
6Don’t stare at me because I am dark,
7Tell me, you whom my soul loves,
8If you don’t know, most beautiful among women,
9I have compared you, my love,
10Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings,
11We will make you earrings of gold,
12While the king sat at his table,
13My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh,
14My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms
15Behold, you are beautiful, my love.
16Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved, yes, pleasant;
17The beams of our house are cedars.
Chapter 2
1I am a rose of Sharon,
2As a lily among thorns,
3As the apple tree among the trees of the wood,
4He brought me to the banquet hall.
5Strengthen me with raisins,
6His left hand is under my head.
7I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem,
8The voice of my beloved!
9My beloved is like a roe or a young deer.
10My beloved spoke, and said to me,
11For behold, the winter is past.
12The flowers appear on the earth.
13The fig tree ripens her green figs.
14My dove in the clefts of the rock,
15Catch for us the foxes,
16My beloved is mine, and I am his.
17Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away,
Chapter 3
1By night on my bed,
2I will get up now, and go about the city;
3The watchmen who go about the city found me;
4I had scarcely passed from them,
5I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem,
6Who is this who comes up from the wilderness like pillars of smoke,
7Behold, it is Solomon’s carriage!
8They all handle the sword, and are expert in war.
9King Solomon made himself a carriage
10He made its pillars of silver,
11Go out, you daughters of Zion, and see King Solomon,
Chapter 4
1Behold, you are beautiful, my love.
2Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock,
3Your lips are like scarlet thread.
4Your neck is like David’s tower built for an armory,
5Your two breasts are like two fawns
6Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away,
7You are all beautiful, my love.
8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,
9You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride.
10How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride!
11Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb.
12My sister, my bride, is a locked up garden;
13Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits,
14spikenard and saffron,
15a fountain of gardens,
16Awake, north wind, and come, you south!
Chapter 5
1I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride.
2I was asleep, but my heart was awake.
3I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on?
4My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening.
5I rose up to open for my beloved.
6I opened to my beloved;
7The watchmen who go about the city found me.
8I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem,
9How is your beloved better than another beloved,
10My beloved is white and ruddy.
11His head is like the purest gold.
12His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks,
13His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes.
14His hands are like rings of gold set with beryl.
15His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold.
16His mouth is sweetness;
Chapter 6
1Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women?
2My beloved has gone down to his garden,
3I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine.
4You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah,
5Turn away your eyes from me,
6Your teeth are like a flock of ewes,
7Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
8There are sixty queens, eighty concubines,
9My dove, my perfect one, is unique.
10Who is she who looks out as the morning,
11I went down into the nut tree grove,
12Without realizing it,
13Return, return, Shulammite!
Chapter 7
1How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince’s daughter!
2Your body is like a round goblet,
3Your two breasts are like two fawns,
4Your neck is like an ivory tower.
5Your head on you is like Carmel.
6How beautiful and how pleasant you are,
7This, your stature, is like a palm tree,
8I said, “I will climb up into the palm tree.
9Your mouth is like the best wine,
10I am my beloved’s.
11Come, my beloved! Let’s go out into the field.
12Let’s go early up to the vineyards.
13The mandrakes produce fragrance.
Chapter 8
1Oh that you were like my brother,
2I would lead you, bringing you into the house of my mother,
3His left hand would be under my head.
4I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem,
5Who is this who comes up from the wilderness,
6Set me as a seal on your heart,
7Many waters can’t quench love,
8We have a little sister.
9If she is a wall,
10I am a wall, and my breasts like towers,
11Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon.
12My own vineyard is before me.
13You who dwell in the gardens, with friends in attendance,
14Come away, my beloved!