Jesus also, that he might sanctify the people with his own blood, suffered outside the gate. Therefore, let us go forth to him outside the camp, bearing his reproach. For we have no continuing city here, but we seek one to come.
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Song of Solomon 1
¶1. The song of songs, which is Solomon’s.
2. “O may he kiss me with kisses of his mouth. Yea, yourm love is better than wine;
3.the aroma of your oil is pleasurable. Your name is oil poured out. Therefore, virgins love you.
4.Draw me after you!”
“Let us run!”
“The king brought me into his chambers.”
“Let us be glad and rejoice in youf.”
“We will remember yourm love more than wine; upright souls love you.”
5. “I am dark, yet beautiful, O daughters of Jerusalem, like tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
6.Do not stare at me because I am dark, for the sun has gazed upon me. My mother’s sons were angry with me. They made me a keeper of the vineyards. My own vineyard have I not kept.”
7. “O tell me, whom my soul loves, where do youm tend your flock? Where do you make it lie down at noon? Why should I be like one who covers herself before the flocks of your companions?”
8. “If it be not known to you, O fairest among women, follow the tracks of the flock and feed your kids by the shepherds’ tents.
9.To my mare among chariots from Pharaoh have I compared you, my beloved.
10.Your cheeks are lovely with pendants, your neck, with chains.
11.We will make pendants of gold for you, with studs of silver.”
12. “While the king was on his couch, my spikenard gave forth its aroma.
13.My beloved is like a pouch of myrrh to me; he shall pass the night between my breasts.
14.My beloved is to me like a cluster of henna in the vineyards of En-gedi.”
15. “Behold, you are fair, my beloved! Behold, you are beautiful! Your eyes are doves.”
16. “Behold, my love, you are handsome, yea, pleasing. Yea, our bed is lush.
17.The beams of our houses are cedar; our rafters are fir.”
Song of Solomon 2
¶1. “I am the rose of Sharon, the lily of the valleys.”
2. “As a lily among thorns, so is my beloved among the daughters.”
3. “As an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my love among the sons. In his shade I delight, and I sit down, and his fruit is sweet to my mouth.
4.He has brought me to the banquet house, and his banner over me is love.
5.Sustain me with raisin-cakes; take me among the apple trees, for I am weak with love.
6.His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.”
7. “I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or hinds of the field, do not rouse or awaken my love until she pleases.”
8. “The voice of my love! Behold, he is coming, leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.
9.My love is like a gazelle or a young stag. Behold, he stands behind our wall, looking through the window, staring through the lattice.
10.My love spoke and said to me,
‘Rise up, my beloved, my fair one, and come away.
11.For behold, the winter is past. The rain is over; it is gone.
12.The blossoms appear in the land, the time for singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
13.The fig tree ripens its green figs, and the vines in blossom give forth fragrance. Rise up! Come, my beloved, my fair one, and come away.
14.O my dove in the clefts of the rock, in the secret place of the ascent, let me see your face, let me hear your voice, for your voice is sweet and your face is beautiful.’”
15. “Catch the foxes for us, the little foxes spoiling the vineyards, and our vineyards are in blossom.
16.My love is mine, and I am his; he grazes among the lilies
17.until the day breaks and the shadows flee. Turn, my love! Be like a gazelle or a young stag upon the divided mountains.”
Song of Solomon 3
¶1. Night after night on my bed, I sought him whom my soul loves; I sought him, but I did not find him.
2. I thought, “I will arise and go about in the city, in the streets and open squares will I seek him whom my soul loves.” I sought him, but I did not find him.
3. The watchmen who go about in the city found me. “Have you seen him whom my soul loves?”
4. Just a little after I passed on from them, I found him whom my soul loves. I seized him, and I would not let him go until I had brought him to the house of my mother and into the chamber of her who conceived me.
5. “I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or hinds of the field, do not rouse or awaken my beloved until she pleases.”
6. “Who is this woman coming up from the wilderness like billowing columns of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with every powder of the merchant?”
7. “Behold his bed, which is Solomon’s; sixty mighty men are about it, of the mighty men of Israel,
8.all of them holding a sword, instructed in war, each man’s sword upon his thigh against fear, night after night.
9.King Solomon made a sedan for himself of the wood of Lebanon.
10.He made its pillars of silver, its support of gold, its seat of purple, its interior lined with love by the daughters of Jerusalem.
11.Go forth, O daughters of Zion, and behold King Solomon with the crown with which his mother crowned him on the day of his marriage, even on the day of the rejoicing of his heart!”
Song of Solomon 4
¶1. “Behold, you are fair, my beloved; behold, you are fair, your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Mount Gilead.
2.Your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes that is coming up from the washing, which all have twins, and not one is bereaved among them.
3.Your lips are like a ribbon of scarlet, and your mouth is beautiful; like a piece of pomegranate is your temple behind your veil.
4.Your neck is like the tower of David, built for weapons, a thousand shields hang on it, all of them the shields of warriors.
5.Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, which feed among the lilies.
6.Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, I will get myself to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.
7.You are altogether beautiful, my beloved; there is not even a blemish in you.
8.With me, O bride, come from Lebanon, with me from Lebanon! Look from the head of Amana, from the peak of Senir, even Hermon, from the dens of lions, from the mountains of leopards.
9.You make my heart race, my sister, my bride; you make my heart race with one glance of your eyes, with one pendant of your neck.
10.How wonderful are your loving embraces, my sister, my bride! How much better are your loving kisses than wine, and the aroma of your oil than all spices!
11.Your lips, O bride, drip honey. Honey and milk are under your tongue, and the aroma of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
12.A garden closed off is my sister, my bride, a spring closed off, a fountain sealed.
13.Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates with choice fruit: henna with spikenard plants,
14.spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all the trees of frankincense, myrrh, and aloes, with all the finest spices.
15.You are a spring for gardens, a well of living water, and flowing streams from Lebanon.”
16. “Awake, O north wind, and come, O south! Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow. Let my love come into his garden, and let him eat its choice fruit.”
Song of Solomon 5
¶1. “I have come to 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, be drunk, O lovers!”
2. “I was sleeping, but my heart was aroused by the sound of my love knocking: ‘Open to me, my sister, my beloved, my dove, my perfect one, for my head is covered with dew; my locks with the drops of the night.’
3.I thought, ‘I have taken off my tunic. How can I put it on? I have washed my feet. How can I dirty them?’
4.My love stretched out his hand through the opening, and my insides were moved for him.
5.I arose to open to my love, and my hands dripped with myrrh, and my fingers ran with myrrh upon the handles of the lock.
6.I opened to my love, but my love had turned aside. He had gone. My soul had failed when he spoke. I searched for him, but I could not find him. I called for him, but he did not answer me.
7.The watchmen who go about in the city found me. They beat me; they bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my veil off me.
8.I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem! If you find my love, what will you tell him but that I am sick with love?”
9. “How your love is more than another love, O fairest among women! How is your love more than another love, that you adjure us so?”
10. “My love is radiant and ruddy, he stands out among ten thousand.
11.His head is the purest fine gold; his locks are wavy, black as a raven.
12.His eyes are like doves by streams of water, bathed with milk, sitting by a pool.
13.His cheeks are like a bed of spice, mounds of perfumes; his lips are lilies dripping liquid myrrh.
14.His hands are rods of gold filled with beryl; his body is ivory work overlaid with sapphires.
15.His legs are pillars of alabaster, set upon bases of fine gold; his appearance is like the choice cedars of Lebanon.
16.His mouth is most sweet, and he is altogether desirable. This is my love, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem!”
Song of Solomon 6
¶1. “Where has your love gone, O fairest of women? Where has your love turned aside, that we may seek him with you?”
2. “My love has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spice, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3.I am my love’s, and my love is mine. He feeds among the lilies.”
4. “You are beautiful, my beloved, like Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, inspiring awe like bannered hosts.
5.Turn your eyes from me, for they overwhelm me! Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead.
6.Your teeth are like a flock of ewes that is coming up from the washing, which all have twins, and not one is bereaved among them,
7. like a piece of pomegranate is your temple behind your veil.”
8. “Though there be sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and virgins without number,
9.she is unique, my dove, my perfect one. She is the only daughter of her mother; she is pure before the one who bore her. Daughters saw her and called her blessed, queens and concubines, and they praised her.
10.Who is this who looks down like the dawn, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and inspiring awe like bannered hosts?”
11. “I went down to the orchard of nuts to view the blossoms of the valley, to see whether the vine had flourished and the pomegranates had budded.
12.I did not realize my desire had put me among chariots of my noble people.”
13. “Return, return, O Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze upon you! What will you see in the Shulammite? As it were, the dance of the camps.”
Song of Solomon 7
¶1. “How beautiful are your feet with sandals, O prince’s daughter! The curves of your thighs are like ornaments, the work of the hands of a master.
2.Your navel is like a rounded bowl that never lacks wine; your belly is a heap of wheat encircled with lilies.
3.Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
4.Your neck is like a tower of ivory; your eyes, pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.
5.Your head upon you is like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like the purple of a king; he is captivated by the flowing locks.
6.O how fair you are! Yea, how delightful you are, O love, in the delights!
7.This, your stature, is like a palm tree, with your breasts for clusters of dates.
8.I said, ‘I will go up into the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit.’ Yea, may your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the scent of your breath like apples,
9.and your mouth like the best wine.”
“It is streaming smoothly for my love, flowing from languid lips.
10.I am my love’s, and his desire is for me.
11.Come, my love! Let us go out to the field; let us stay the night in the villages.
12.Let us go early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine is flourishing. The blossom has opened; the pomegranates have budded. There will I give you my loving.”
13. “The mandrakes give forth an aroma, and at our doors are all precious things, new as well as old, which I have stored up for youf, my love.”
Song of Solomon 8
¶1. “Oh, that one had made you like a brother for me, nursing at my mother’s breasts! I would find you outside; I would kiss you. Yea, they would not despise me.
2.I would lead you; I would bring you to the house of my mother. She taught me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, the juice of my pomegranate,
3.his left hand under my head and his right hand embracing me.”
4. “I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you do not rouse or awaken my beloved until she pleases.”
5. “Who is this woman coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her love?”
“I aroused you under the apple tree. There, your mother brought you forth. There, she labored; she brought you forth.”
6. “Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm, for love is strong as death, passion as unrelenting as Sheol. Its flames are flames of fire, the very flame of Jehovah!
7.Many waters cannot quench love, neither can rivers drown it. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, they would utterly despise him.”
8. “We have a little sister, and she has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister on the day that she is spoken for?
9.If she were a wall, we would build a battlement of silver upon her, or if she were a door, we would enclose her with boards of cedar.”
10. “I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers; then, I was in his eyes like one finding completeness.”
¶11. “Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon; he let out the vineyard to keepers. Each one, by its fruit, was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.”
12. “My vineyard, which is mine, is before me. You, O Solomon, have the thousand, and those who keep its fruit, two hundred.”
13. “O woman who dwells in the gardens, companions are listening to your voice. Oh, let me hear it!”
14. “Make haste, my love, and be like a gazelle or a young stag upon mountains of spices.”
Footnotes
[1] Where it may be unclear, a superscript “m” is added to identify a masculine “you” and a superscript “f” is added to identify a feminine “you”.