Song of Solomon

1Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are as doves behind thy veil. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of mount Gilead.

2Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes that are newly shorn, Which are come up from the washing, Whereof every one hath twins, And none is bereaved among them.

3Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, And thy mouth is comely. Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil.

4Thy neck is like the tower of David Builded for an armory, Whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, All the shields of the mighty men.

5Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe, Which feed among the lilies.

6Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense.

7Thou art all fair, my love; And there is no spot in thee.

8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, With me from Lebanon: Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the lions’ dens, From the mountains of the leopards.

9Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my bride; Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.

10How fair is thy love, my sister, my bride! How much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine oils than all manner of spices!

11Thy lips, O my bride, drop as the honeycomb: Honey and milk are under thy tongue; And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

12A garden shut up is my sister, my bride; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

13Thy shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits; Henna with spikenard plants,

14Spikenard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.

15Thou art a fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, And flowing streams from Lebanon.

16Awake, 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.

1tự trên ngàn Ga-la-át tủa xuống.

2hai hàng sao đều đặn, không chiếc nào lẻ đôi !

3thấp thoáng sau tấm mạng the.

4toàn là của anh hùng dũng sĩ.

5gặm cỏ non giữa vườn huệ thắm.

6ta sẽ đi lên núi một dược, đi lên đồi nhũ hương.

7nơi nàng chẳng một chút vết nhơ.

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9đã đủ chiếm trọn vẹn trái tim anh.

10Em ngan ngát hương thơm, hơn muôn loài phương thảo.

11Áo em toả hương thơm ngào ngạt tựa hương núi Li-băng.

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13đầy hoa thơm trái tốt : nào hoa móng, cam tùng,

14nào một dược, lô hội cùng mọi thứ kỳ hương, dị thảo.

15là hồ chứa nước nguồn từ dãy núi Li-băng chảy xuống.

16mà thưởng thức hoa thơm trái tốt.