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Song of Solomon 1:1-8:14 (KJV)
The song of songs, which is Solomon's. [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 Kedar, as the curtains
of Solomon. [6] Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon
me: my mother's 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 Pharaoh's 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 myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt
my breasts. [14] My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of En-
gedi. [15] Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes.
[16] Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green. [17] The
beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.
[2:1] I am the rose of Sharon, 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 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, that 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 Bether.
[3:1] 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 mother's 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 Solomon's; 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 Lebanon. [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.
[4:1] Behold, thou art 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 Gilead. [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 a
pomegranate within thy locks. [4] Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an
armoury, 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 Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of
Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the
leopards. [9] Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished 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 Lebanon.
[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, with
spikenard, [14] Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of
frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices: [15] A fountain of gardens, a
well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
[16] Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices
thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.
[5:1] I am 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 Lebanon, 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 daughters of
Jerusalem.
[6:1] 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 beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.
[4] Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, 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 Gilead. [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
Amminadib. [13] Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon thee.
What will ye see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.
[7:1] How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of thy
thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands 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 roes that are twins. [4] Thy neck is
as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-
rabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon 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 beloved's, 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.
[8:1] O that thou wert 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 mother's 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 thy mother brought thee forth: there she 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 upon
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 Baal-hamon; 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 to a roe or to a young hart upon the
mountains of spices.