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| 1. | The Song of songs, which is Solomon's. Beloved | The song of Songs, which is Solomon's. | The song of songs, which is Solomon's. | ||
| 2. | Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; for your love is better than wine. | Let him give me the kisses of his mouth: for his love is better than wine. | Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine. | ||
| 3. | Your oils have a pleasing fragrance. Your name is oil poured forth, therefore the virgins love you. | Sweet is the smell of your perfumes; your name is as perfume running out; so the young girls give you their love. | Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee. | ||
| 4. | Take me away with you. Let us hurry. The king has brought me into his chambers. Friends We will be glad and rejoice in you. We will praise your love more than wine! Beloved They are right to love you. | Take me to you, and we will go after you: the king has taken me into his house. We will be glad and full of joy in you, we will give more thought to your love than to wine: rightly are they your lovers. | 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 dark, but lovely, you daughters of Jerusalem, like Kedar's tents, like Solomon's curtains. | I am dark, but fair of form, O daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon. | I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon. | ||
| 6. | Don't stare at me because I am dark, because the sun has scorched me. My mother's sons were angry with me. They made me keeper of the vineyards. I haven't kept my own vineyard. | Let not your eyes be turned on me, because I am dark, because I was looked on by the sun; my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vine-gardens; but my vine-garden I have not kept. | 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, you whom my soul loves, where you graze your flock, where you rest them at noon; For why should I be as one who is veiled beside the flocks of your companions? Lover | Say, O love of my soul, where you give food to your flock, and where you make them take their rest in the heat of the day; why have I to be as one wandering by the flocks of your friends? | 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 you don't know, most beautiful among women, follow the tracks of the sheep. Graze your young goats beside the shepherds' tents. | If you have not knowledge, O most beautiful among women, go on your way in the footsteps of the flock, and give your young goats food by the tents of the keepers. | 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 you, my love, to a steed in Pharaoh's chariots. | I have made a comparison of you, O my love, to a horse in Pharaoh's carriages. | I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots. | ||
| 10. | Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings, your neck with strings of jewels. | Your face is a delight with rings of hair, your neck with chains of jewels. | Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold. | ||
| 11. | We will make you earrings of gold, with studs of silver. Beloved | We will make you chains of gold with ornaments of silver. | We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver. | ||
| 12. | While the king sat at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance. | While the king is seated at his table, my spices send out their perfume. | While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof. | ||
| 13. | My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh, that lies between my breasts. | As a bag of myrrh is my well-loved one to me, when he is at rest all night between my breasts. | A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts. | ||
| 14. | My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi. Lover | My love is to me as a branch of the cypress-tree in the vine-gardens of En-gedi. | My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi. | ||
| 15. | Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves. Beloved | See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove. | Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes. | ||
| 16. | Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved, yes, pleasant; and our couch is verdant. Lover | See, you are fair, my loved one, and a pleasure; our bed is green. | Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green. | ||
| 17. | The beams of our house are cedars. Our rafters are firs. Beloved | Cedar-trees are the pillars of our house; and our boards are made of fir-trees. | The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir. | ||