Song of Solomon 1
Douay-Rheims Bible, American Edition (1899)Translation
Douay-Rheims Bible, American Edition (1899)
Berean Standard Bible
1Let him kiss me with the kiss of his mouth: for thy breasts are better than wine,
1This is Solomon’s Song of Songs.
2Smelling sweet of the best ointments. Thy name is as oil poured out: therefore young maidens have loved thee.
2Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is more delightful than wine.
3Draw me: we will run after thee to the odour of thy ointments. The king hath brought me into his storerooms: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, remembering thy breasts more than wine: the righteous love thee.
3The fragrance of your perfume is pleasing; your name is like perfume poured out. No wonder the maidens adore you.
4I am black but beautiful, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Cedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
4Take me away with you—let us hurry! May the king bring me to his chambers. We will rejoice and delight in you; we will praise your love more than wine. It is only right that they adore you.
5Do not consider me that I am brown, because the sun hath altered my colour: the sons of my mother have fought against me, they have made me the keeper in the vineyards: my vineyard I have not kept.
5I am dark, yet lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
6Shew me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou liest in the midday, lest I begin to wander after the flocks of thy companions.
6Do not stare because I am dark, for the sun has gazed upon me. My mother’s sons were angry with me; they made me a keeper of the vineyards, but my own vineyard I have neglected.
7If thou know not thyself, O fairest among women, go forth, and follow after the steps of the flocks, and feed thy kids beside the tents of the shepherds.
7Tell me, O one I love, where do you pasture your sheep? Where do you rest them at midday? Why should I be like a veiled woman beside the flocks of your companions?
8To my company of horsemen, in Pharao’s chariots, have I likened thee, O my love.
8If you do not know, O fairest of women, follow the tracks of the flock, and graze your young goats near the tents of the shepherds.
9Thy cheeks are beautiful as the turtledove’s, thy neck as jewels.
9I compare you, my darling, to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.
10We will make thee chains of gold, inlaid with silver.
10Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
11While the king was at his repose, my spikenard sent forth the odour thereof.
11We will make you ornaments of gold, studded with beads of silver.
12A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, he shall abide between my breasts.
12While the king was at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.
13A cluster of cypress my love is to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi.
13My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh resting between my breasts.
14Behold thou art fair, O my love, behold thou art fair, thy eyes are as those of doves.
14My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of En-gedi.
15Behold thou art fair, my beloved, and comely. Our bed is flourishing.
15How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how very beautiful! Your eyes are like doves.
16The beams of our houses are of cedar, our rafters of cypress trees.
16How handsome you are, my beloved! Oh, how delightful! The soft grass is our bed.
no verse 17 in this text
17The beams of our house are cedars; our rafters are fragrant firs.
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