Song of Solomon 1:2–2:17; Song of Solomon 7:11–8:3

The Bride Confesses Her Love

She1

Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth!

For your blove is better than wine;

your canointing oils are fragrant;

your dname is oil poured out;

therefore virgins love you.

eDraw me after you; flet us run.

gThe king has brought me into his chambers.

Others

We will hexult and rejoice in you;

we will extol byour love more than wine;

rightly do they love you.

She

I am very dark, but ilovely,

O jdaughters of Jerusalem,

like kthe tents of lKedar,

like the curtains of Solomon.

Do not gaze at me because I am dark,

because the sun has looked upon me.

My mmother’s sons were angry with me;

they made me nkeeper of othe vineyards,

but pmy own vineyard I have not kept!

Tell me, you qwhom my soul loves,

where you rpasture your flock,

where you make it slie down at noon;

for why should I be like one who veils herself

beside the flocks of your tcompanions?

Solomon and His Bride Delight in Each Other

He

If you do not know,

O umost beautiful among women,

follow in the tracks of the flock,

and pasture your young goats

beside the shepherds’ tents.

I compare you, vmy love,

to wa mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.

10  xYour cheeks are lovely with ornaments,

your neck with strings of jewels.

Others

11  We will make for you2 ornaments of gold,

studded with silver.

She

12  While ythe king was on his couch,

my znard gave forth its fragrance.

13  My beloved is to me a sachet of amyrrh

that lies between my breasts.

14  My beloved is to me a cluster of bhenna blossoms

in the vineyards of cEngedi.

He

15  dBehold, eyou are beautiful, fmy love;

behold, you are beautiful;

your geyes are doves.

She

16  Behold, you are beautiful, hmy beloved, truly idelightful.

Our couch is green;

17  the beams of our house are jcedar;

our rafters are jpine.

I am a rose3 of Sharon,

ka lily of the valleys.

He

As a lily among brambles,

so is lmy love among the young women.

She

As an apple tree among the trees of the forest,

so is my mbeloved among the young men.

With great delight I sat nin his shadow,

and his ofruit was sweet to my taste.

He pbrought me to the banqueting house,4

and his qbanner over me was love.

Sustain me with rraisins;

refresh me with apples,

sfor I am sick with love.

His tleft hand is under my head,

and his right hand uembraces me!

I vadjure you,5 O wdaughters of Jerusalem,

by xthe gazelles or the does of the field,

that you not stir up or awaken love

until it pleases.

The Bride Adores Her Beloved

The voice of my beloved!

Behold, he comes,

leaping yover the mountains,

bounding over the hills.

My beloved is like za gazelle

or a young stag.

Behold, there he stands

behind our wall,

gazing through the windows,

looking through the lattice.

10  My beloved speaks and says to me:

aArise, my love, my beautiful one,

and come away,

11  for behold, the winter is past;

bthe rain is over and gone.

12  cThe flowers appear on the earth,

the time of singing6 has come,

and the voice of dthe turtledove

is heard in our land.

13  eThe fig tree ripens its figs,

and fthe vines are in blossom;

they give forth fragrance.

gArise, my love, my beautiful one,

and come away.

14  O my hdove, in the iclefts of the rock,

in the crannies of the cliff,

let me see your face,

let me jhear your voice,

for your voice is sweet,

and your face is klovely.

15  Catch lthe foxes7 for us,

the little foxes

that spoil the vineyards,

ffor our vineyards are in blossom.

16  mMy beloved is mine, and I am his;

he ngrazes8 among the lilies.

17  Until othe day breathes

and pthe shadows flee,

turn, my beloved, be like qa gazelle

or a young stag on cleft mountains.9


The Bride Gives Her Love

11  mCome, my beloved,

let us go out into the fields

and lodge in the villages;1

12  let us go out early to the vineyards

nand see whether the vines have budded,

whether othe grape blossoms have opened

and the pomegranates are in bloom.

There I will give you my love.

13  pThe mandrakes give forth fragrance,

and beside our doors are all choice fruits,

qnew as well as old,

which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.

Longing for Her Beloved

Oh that you were like a brother to me

who nursed at my mother’s breasts!

If I found you outside, I would kiss you,

and none would despise me.

I would lead you and rbring you

into the house of my mother

she who used to teach me.

I would give you sspiced wine to drink,

the juice of my pomegranate.

tHis left hand is under my head,

and his right hand embraces me!