Song of Solomon

1The Song of songs, which is Solomon’s.

2Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth;for your love is better than wine.

3Your oils have a pleasing fragrance.Your name is oil poured out, therefore the virgins love you.

4Take me away with you.Let’s hurry. The king has brought me into his rooms.FriendsWe will be glad and rejoice in you.We will praise your love more than wine!BelovedThey are right to love you.

5I am dark, but lovely,you daughters of Jerusalem, like Kedar’s tents, like Solomon’s curtains.

6Don’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.

7Tell 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?

8If you don’t know, most beautiful amongst women,follow the tracks of the sheep. Graze your young goats beside the shepherds’ tents.

9I have compared you, my love,to a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots.

10Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings,your neck with strings of jewels.

11We will make you earrings of gold,with studs of silver.

12While the king sat at his table,my perfume spread its fragrance.

13My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh,that lies between my breasts.

14My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossomsfrom the vineyards of En Gedi.

15Behold,you are beautiful, my love.Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are like doves.

16Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved, yes, pleasant;and our couch is verdant.

17The beams of our house are cedars.Our rafters are firs.

1Let him kiss me with the kiss of his mouth: for thy breasts are better than wine,

2Smelling sweet of the best ointments. Thy name is as oil poured out: therefore young maidens have loved thee.

3Draw me: we will run after thee to the odour of thy ointments. The king hath brought me into his storerooms: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, remembering thy breasts more than wine: the righteous love thee.

4I am black but beautiful, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Cedar, as the curtains of Solomon.

5Do not consider me that I am brown, because the sun hath altered my colour: the sons of my mother have fought against me, they have made me the keeper in the vineyards: my vineyard I have not kept.

6Shew me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou liest in the midday, lest I begin to wander after the flocks of thy companions.

7If thou know not thyself, O fairest among women, go forth, and follow after the steps of the flocks, and feed thy kids beside the tents of the shepherds.

8To my company of horsemen, in Pharao’s chariots, have I likened thee, O my love.

9Thy cheeks are beautiful as the turtledove’s, thy neck as jewels.

10We will make thee chains of gold, inlaid with silver.

11While the king was at his repose, my spikenard sent forth the odour thereof.

12A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, he shall abide between my breasts.

13A cluster of cypress my love is to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi.

14Behold thou art fair, O my love, behold thou art fair, thy eyes are as those of doves.

15Behold thou art fair, my beloved, and comely. Our bed is flourishing.

16The beams of our houses are of cedar, our rafters of cypress trees.

17Esta traducción no incluye este pasaje.