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Song of Solomon: chapter 1

¹The song of songs, which is Solomon's, (NOTE: the second king of Israel).

[She speaks of her Beloved].

²Let Him kiss me, for His love is better than wine. ³For the fragrance of Your perfumes is good and Your name is as perfume poured out, therefore, do the virgins loved You! ⁴Call me and draw me and we, will run after You, for the King has brought me into His chambers. We will be glad and rejoice in You, we will remember Your love more than wine, for the upright love You. ⁵However, I am weather-beaten, offensive and crude, yet comely. ⁶Therefore do not look upon me, for daily labor has wearied me. My own family was angry at me, making me serve them, but my own needs I have not attended to. ⁷My love, tell me where you work and rest, for I wish to be more than a mire companion.

[He, the Beloved speaks].

⁸If you do not know where I am, most fairest among women. Continue to watch your flock and feed them beside the shepherds' tents. ⁹My love, you are as to Me, as a well groomed mare of Pharaoh's chariots. ¹⁰Your cheeks are comely with rows of jewels and your neck with chains of gold. ¹¹Chains of gold shall be made for you with studs of silver.

[She speaks of her Beloved].

¹²While the King sits at his table, my fragrance fills the room. ¹³My Beloved is to me as a bundle of myrrh, He shall lie between my breasts all night. ¹⁴You are as a cluster of flowers picked in a lush green meadow. ¹⁵My love is fair, having doves' eyes. ¹⁶Beautiful and delightful are You and our bed is refreshing and fruitful. ¹⁷And our house is made of choice materials.

Song of Solomon: chapter 2

[He, the Beloved speaks].

¹I am the rose of Sharon and the lily of the valleys. ²As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.

[She speaks of her Beloved].

³As the fruit tree among the other trees, so is my Beloved among the sons of man. I sit under His shadow with great delight and His fruit is sweet to my taste. ⁴He brought me to the banquet house and his banner over me was love. ⁵Sustain me with raison cakes, comfort me with fruit, for I am sick with love. ⁶His left hand is under my head and His right hand embraces me. ⁷I adjure you daughters of Jerusalem, do not stir up, nor awake my Love, until He please.

⁸Behold, the voice of my Beloved! He comes leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills. ⁹My Beloved is like a young dear, standing behind our wall, looking through the windows, showing Himself through the lattice. ¹⁰My Beloved called to me and said, Rise up, My love and come away with Me. ¹¹For the winter is past, the rainy season is over. ¹²The flowers have appeared and the birds are singing again. ¹³The fig tree has begun to bud and the vines with their tender grapes give a sweet smell. Arise, My love, my fair one and come away with Me.

[He, the Beloved speaks].

¹⁴It is as if My love is a dove hidden in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places. Let me see your countenance and hear your voice, for sweet is your voice and pleasant is your countenance.

[She replies to her Beloved].

¹⁵Protect us from the little foxes, that spoil the vines. For our vines have tender grapes. ¹⁶My Beloved is mine and I am His, He feeds among the lilies. ¹⁷Until the break of day, remain as a young dear upon the mountains to me.

Song of Solomon: chapter 3

[She dreams of her Beloved].

¹By night on my bed I sought Him whom my soul loves, but I did not find Him. ²Thus, I will rise up and search the city streets for Him whom my soul loves. And even though I sought for Him, I did not find Him. ³The watchmen of the city found me, so I asked him if he had seen Him whom my soul loves? ⁴When I had gone a little way past them, I found Him whom my soul loves. I held Him and would not let Him go, until I had brought Him into my mother's house. ⁵I adjure you daughters of Jerusalem, do not stir up, nor awaken love until its time.

⁶Who is this coming out of the wilderness in a great procession, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense? ⁷The carriage comes into view, it is Solomon, sixty valiant men of Israel are around it. ⁸All of them expert men of war holding swords, because of the fear in the night. ⁹King Solomon being carried in his carriage. ¹⁰The pillars made of silver, the bottom made of gold, covered with purple and the body being made with love, for the daughters of Jerusalem. ¹¹Daughters of Zion, go forth and see king Solomon in his royal robes dressed for his wedding day and the day of gladness of his heart.

Song of Solomon: chapter 4

[He, the Beloved speaks].

¹My love, you are beautiful, with eyes as doves' behind your hair that shimmers. ²Your teeth glisten, through your smile. ³Your lips glisten as precious stone, your speech is comely and your temples are soft and radiant behind your hair. ⁴Your neck is strong and ordained with great jewels. ⁵Your two breasts are like two young twin fawns, feeding among the lilies. ⁶Until the day breaks, I will sweetly climb to the highest mountain. ⁷My love, you are beautiful, there is no blemish in you.

⁸Come with Me out of Lebanon, my spouse, out of the lion's dens within the mountain top. ⁹For with one smile from you, you have captured My heart, My sister, My spouse. ¹⁰Your love is fair, it is better than wine, with fragrance better than rare spices, My sister, My spouse! ¹¹My spouse, your lips are as drops of honeycomb, honey and milk are under your tongue and the smell of your garments is like the fresh outdoors. ¹²My sister, My spouse, you are to Me a secret garden, a concealed fountain spring. ¹³Your plants are pleasant fruits and fragrant. ¹⁴With all trees of frankincense, myrrh, aloes and all the chief spices. ¹⁵You are as a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters and flowing streams.

[She speaks].

¹⁶Come north and south wind, come and gently blow upon my garden, that the aroma from the spices may flow out. Let my Beloved come into His garden and eat His pleasant fruits.

Song of Solomon: chapter 5

[He, the Beloved speaks].

¹I am come into My garden, My sister, My spouse, the sweet fragrances. I have feasted on wine and honey, yes, My friends drink abundantly of My love.

[She speaks of her Beloved].

²I sleep, but my heart stays awake, I dream that it is the voice of my Beloved knocking, saying; Open up My sister, My love, My dove, My undefiled, for My head is covered with dew and I am chilled by the night air. ³But I say; I have done my days work and have taken my rest, shall I now arise again? ⁴However, my Beloved put His hand by the hole of the door and my heart was stirred for Him. ⁵I rose up to open the door for my Beloved and my hands and fingers dripped with sweet smelling myrrh, from the handles of the lock. ⁶I then opened the door to my Beloved, but my Beloved had withdrawn Himself and was gone. My soul went out to Him when He speaks, so I searched for Him, but could not find Him. I called out to Him, but He did not answer. ⁷As I searched the city streets, the watchmen of the city, (taking me as being a lewd woman), found me and beat me taking away my modesty. ⁸Daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you, if you find my Beloved, tell him that I am sick with love.

[The daughters of Jerusalem speak].

⁹What is so special about your Beloved above all other beloved, fair lady? That you ask for our assistance.

[She answers the daughters and speaks of her Beloved].

¹⁰My Beloved is pure and radiant, the chief among ten thousand. ¹¹His head is as a treasure of fine gold, His locks are bushy and black as a raven. ¹²His eyes are as the eyes of doves. ¹³His cheeks are as a bed of spices and His lips smell of sweet myrrh. ¹⁴His hands are as gold rings set with jewels, His belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires. ¹⁵His legs are strong and steady as pillars of marble outlined with fine gold, His appearance is excellent and majestic. ¹⁶His voice and speech are exceeding sweet, yes, He is altogether lovely. Daughters of Jerusalem, this is my Beloved and my Friend.

Song of Solomon: chapter 6

[The daughters of Jerusalem speak].

¹Where has your Beloved gone, Oh fairest among women? For we will seek Him along with you.

[She speaks of her Beloved].

²My Beloved is gone down into His garden, to delight in the fresh spices and gather the flowers. ³For I am my Beloved's and my Beloved is mine and He delights in the lilies.

[He, the Beloved replied].

⁴My love, you are beautiful, delightful and awe-inspiring. ⁵Turn away your eyes from Me, for your beauty has overcome Me, your hair shimmers in the sunlight. ⁶Your smile is full and your teeth are white and beautiful. ⁷Your temples are soft and radiant. ⁸Sixty queens, eighty concubines and virgins without number cannot compare to you. ⁹My dove, My undefiled is one, the only one of her mother, the choice of her that bore her. The daughters blessed her and the queens and concubines, also praised her. ¹⁰She looks as fresh as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun and awe-inspiring.

[She speaks of her Beloved].

¹¹I went into the garden to see the fruit of the valley. ¹²Before I realized my soul was carried away by high thoughts. ¹³I started to flee but they called to me, saying; Return oh fair one, that we can look upon you. But, I replied; What is there to see in me?

Song of Solomon: chapter 7

[He, the Beloved speaks].

¹Oh noble daughter, how beautiful are your feet, the shapeliness of your hips are like fine jewels, the work of a skillful craftsman. ²Your navel is like a round goblet, never lacking of liquor, your body is as a field of wheat outlined with lilies. ³Your two breasts are like two young twin fawns. ⁴Your neck is as a tower of ivory, your eyes as fish-pools, your face is as a strong tower. ⁵Your head and your hair are precious in the sight of the King and it holds him in awe. ⁶My love, you are fair and pleasant, with your many delights! ⁷Your stature is slender as a palm tree and your breasts as clusters of grapes. ⁸I have resolved to climb the palm tree, taking hold of its branches and your breasts will be a sweet wine and the smell of your nose like apples. ⁹Your kisses are as good wine.

She replies to her Beloved.

My kisses flow down to my Beloved in uprightness and strengthen the lips of the aged!

[She speaks of her Beloved].

¹⁰I am my Beloved's and His desire is toward me. ¹¹Come, my Beloved, let us go and lodge in the villages. ¹²Let us leave early for the vineyards and see if the tender grapes appear, there I will give You my loves. ¹³The mandrakes, (love apples) and all the pleasant fruit that I have stored up for You, at our gates, give a sweet smell. my Beloved.

Song of Solomon: chapter 8

[She speaks of her Beloved].

¹If only You were as my biological brother, then when I would speak of You in other people's presence, they would not look down or belittle me when I kiss You. ²I would bring You to my mother's house, who would instruct me. I would have You drink of spiced wine and of my kisses. ³Your left hand would support my head and Your right hand would embrace me. ⁴I adjure you daughters of Jerusalem, do not stir up, nor awake love until its time.

[The daughters of Jerusalem speak].

⁵Who is this that comes out of the wilderness, leaning upon her Beloved? The child that we helped raised and whose mother we know.

[She speaks of her Beloved].

⁶Let me have a place in Your heart, for love is as strong as death, jealousy is cruel as the grave, but Your love is as a powerful piercing flame of fire. ⁷Many waters cannot quench love, if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, he would be utterly scorned and mocked.

[The daughters of Jerusalem speak].

⁸We have a little sister, (yet immature), for she has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for? ⁹If she be a mature woman, we would build her up, but if she be immature and vulnerable we would protect her.

[She replies back to the daughters].

¹⁰I am mature and my breasts are full and I was in His eyes allowed to partake of His peace. ¹¹King Solomon has vineyards and he lets them out to keepers and they produce one thousand pieces of silver. ¹²But my vineyard is before me and it is all mine.

[He, the Beloved speaks].

¹³You who stay in the earthly gardens, others hear your voice, causing Me to also hear your voice. ¹⁴Make haste and come to Me quickly my beloved, as a young deer on a mountain of spices.