Song of Songs 1; Song of Songs 2:1-7

Song of Songs 1

1 Solomon's Finest Song

2 Oh, that he would kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is more delightful than wine.

3 The fragrance of your perfume is intoxicating; your name is perfume poured out. No wonder young women adore you.

4 Take me with you-let us hurry. Oh, that the king would bring me to his chambers. We will rejoice and be glad for you; we will praise your love more than wine. It is only right that they adore you.

5 Daughters of Jerusalem, I am dark like the tents of Kedar, yet lovely like the curtains of Solomon.

6 Do not stare at me because I am dark, for the sun has gazed on me. My mother's sons were angry with me; they made me a keeper of the vineyards. I have not kept my own vineyard.

7 Tell me, you, the one I love: Where do you pasture your sheep? Where do you let them rest at noon? Why should I be like one who veils herself beside the flocks of your companions?

8 If you do not know, most beautiful of women, follow the tracks of the flock, and pasture your young goats near the shepherds' tents.

9 I compare you, my darling, to a mare among Pharaoh's chariots.

10 Your cheeks are beautiful with jewelry, your neck with its necklace.

11 We will make gold jewelry for you, accented with silver.

12 While the king is on his couch, my perfume releases its fragrance.

13 My love is a sachet of myrrh to me, spending the night between my breasts.

14 My love is a cluster of henna blossoms to me, in the vineyards of En-gedi.

15 How beautiful you are, my darling. How very beautiful! Your eyes are doves.

16 How handsome you are, my love. How delightful! Our bed is lush with foliage;

17 the beams of our house are cedars, and our rafters are cypresses.

Song of Songs 2:1-7

1 I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.

2 Like a lily among thorns, so is my darling among the young women.

3 Like an apricot tree among the trees of the forest, so is my love among the young men. I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.

4 He brought me to the banquet hall, and he looked on me with love.

5 Sustain me with raisins; refresh me with apricots, for I am lovesick.

6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.

7 Young women of Jerusalem, I charge you, by the gazelles and the wild does of the field: do not stir up or awaken love until the appropriate time.