Song of Songs - Chapter 1
1 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 Thine ointments have a goodly fragrance; thy name is as ointment
poured forth; therefore do the maidens 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 find thy love more fragrant than wine! sincerely
do they love thee.
Song of Songs- Chapter 2
1 I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys. 2 As a
lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters. 3 As an apple-tree
among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. Under its
shadow I delighted to sit, and its fruit was sweet to my taste. 4 He hath
brought me to the banqueting-house, and his banner over me is love. 5
'Stay ye me with dainties, refresh me with apples; for I am love-sick.'
6 Let his left hand be under my head, and his right hand embrace me. 7
'I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, and by the hinds
of the field, that ye awaken not, nor stir up love, until it please.'
Song of Songs - Chapter 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: 'Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?' 4 Scarce had I passed
from them, when 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 adjure you, O daughters of
Jerusalem, by the gazelles, and by the hinds of the field, that ye awaken
not, nor stir up love, until it please.' 6 Who is this that cometh up
out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense,
with all powders of the merchant? 7 Behold, it is the litter of Solomon;
threescore mighty men are about it, of the mighty men of Israel. 8 They
all handle the sword, and are expert in war; every man hath his sword
upon his thigh, because of dread in the night. 9 King Solomon made himself
a palanquin of the wood of Lebanon. 10 He made the pillars thereof of
silver, the top thereof of gold, the seat of it of purple, the inside
thereof being inlaid with love, from the daughters of Jerusalem. 11 Go
forth, O ye daughters of Zion, and gaze upon king Solomon, even upon the
crown wherewith his mother hath crowned him in the day of his espousals,
and in the day of the gladness of his heart.
Song of Songs - Chapter 4
12 A garden shut up is my sister, my bride; a spring shut
up, a fountain sealed. 13 Thy shoots are a park of pomegranates, with
precious fruits; henna with spikenard plants, 14 Spikenard and saffron,
calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes,
with all the chief spices. 15 Thou art a fountain of gardens, a well of
living waters, and flowing 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 precious fruits.
Song of Songs - Chapter 5
1 I am come into my garden, my sister, my bride; 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; Hark! my beloved knocketh:
'Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is
filled with dew, 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 heart
was moved for him. 5 I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped
with myrrh, and my fingers with flowing myrrh, upon the handles of the
bar. 6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had turned away, and was
gone. My soul failed me when he spoke. I sought him, but I could not find
him; I called him, but he gave me no answer. 7 The watchmen that go about
the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the
walls took away my mantle from me. 8 'I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
if ye find my beloved, what will ye tell him? that I am love-sick.'
Song of Songs - Chapter 8
5 Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning
upon her beloved? Under the apple-tree I awakened thee; there thy mother
was in travail with thee; there was she in travail and brought thee forth.
6 Set me as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thine arm; for love
is strong as death, jealousy is cruel as the grave; the flashes thereof
are flashes of fire, a very flame of the LORD. 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, he would utterly be contemned.
Reprinted from Tanakh: The Holy Scriptures, ©
1985, The Jewish Publication Society with the permission of the publisher,
The Jewish Publication Society