The Young Shulammite Bride and Jerusalems Daughters
The Song of Songs, which is Solomons.
May he kiss me with the kisses of his mouth!
For your love is better than wine.
Your oils have a pleasing fragrance,
Your name is like
Therefore the maidens love you.
Draw me after you and
let us run together!
The king has brought me into his chambers.
We will rejoice in you and be glad;
We will extol your love more than wine.
Rightly do they love you.
I am black but lovely,
O daughters of Jerusalem,
Like the tents of Kedar,
Like the curtains of Solomon.
Do not stare at me because I am swarthy,
For the sun has burned me.
My mothers sons were angry with me;
They made me caretaker of the vineyards, But
I have not taken care of my own vineyard.
Tell me, O you whom my soul loves,
Where do you pasture your flock,
Where do you make it
lie down at noon?
For why should I be like one who veils herself
Beside the flocks of your companions?
Solomon, the Lover, Speaks
If you yourself do not know,
Most beautiful among women,
Go forth on the trail of the flock
And pasture your young goats
By the tents of the shepherds.
To me, my darling, you are like
My mare among the chariots of Pharaoh.
Your cheeks are lovely with ornaments,
Your neck with strings of beads.
We will make for you ornaments of gold
With beads of silver.
While the king was at his table,
My perfume gave forth its fragrance.
My beloved is to me a pouch of myrrh
Which lies all night between my breasts.
My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms
In the vineyards of Engedi.
How beautiful you are, my darling,
How beautiful you are!
Your eyes are like
How handsome you are, my beloved, And
Indeed, our couch is luxuriant!
The beams of our houses are cedars,
Our rafters, cypresses.