Song of Solomon 1:1-15
New American Standard Bible
Chapter 1
1The Song of Songs, which is Solomon’s.
2 'May he kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is sweeter than wine.
3Your oils have a pleasing fragrance, Your name is like purified oil; Therefore the young women love you.
5'I am black and beautiful, You daughters of Jerusalem, Like the tents of Kedar, Like the curtains of Solomon.
6Do not stare at me because I am dark, For the sun has tanned me. My mother’s sons were angry with me; They made me caretaker of the vineyards, But I have not taken care of my own vineyard.
7Tell me, you whom my soul loves, Where do you pasture your flock, Where do you have it lie down at noon? For why should I be like one who veils herself Beside the flocks of your companions?'
8'If you yourself do not know, Most beautiful among women, Go out on the trail of the flock, And pasture your young goats By the tents of the shepherds.
9'To me, my darling, you are like My mare among the chariots of Pharaoh.
10Your cheeks are delightful with jewelry, Your neck with strings of beads.'
11'We will make for you jewelry of gold With beads of silver.'
12'While the king was at his table, My perfume gave forth its fragrance.
13My beloved is to me a pouch of myrrh Which lies all night between my breasts.
14My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms In the vineyards of Engedi.'
15'How beautiful you are, my darling, How beautiful you are! Your eyes are like doves.'
King James Version
Chapter 1
1The song of songs, which is Solomon's.
2Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.
3Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.
4Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee.
5I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
6Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me: my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept.
7Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions?
8If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents.
9I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.
10Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold.
11We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.
12While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.
13A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.
14My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.
15Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes.
Christian Standard Bible
Chapter 1
1The Song of Songs, which is Solomon's. 2Oh, that he would kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your caresses are more delightful than wine. 3The fragrance of your perfume is intoxicating; your name is perfume poured out. No wonder young women adore you.
4Take me with you--let's hurry. Oh, that the king would bring me to his chambers. We will rejoice and be glad in you; we will celebrate your caresses more than wine. It is only right that they adore you.
5Daughters of Jerusalem, I am dark like the tents of Kedar, yet lovely like the curtains of Solomon.
6Do 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 take care of the vineyards. I have not taken care of my own vineyard.
7Tell me, you whom 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?
8If you do not know, most beautiful of women, follow the tracks of the flock, and pasture your young goats near the shepherds' tents.
9I compare you, my darling, to a mare among Pharaoh's chariots.
10Your cheeks are beautiful with jewelry, your neck with its necklace.
11We will make gold jewelry for you, accented with silver.
12While the king is on his couch, my perfume releases its fragrance.
13The one I love is a sachet of myrrh to me, spending the night between my breasts.
14The one I love is a cluster of henna blossoms to me, in the vineyards of En-gedi.
15How beautiful you are, my darling. How very beautiful! Your eyes are doves.
New Living Translation
2 Kiss me and kiss me again, for your love is sweeter than wine.
3How pleasing is your fragrance; your name is like the spreading fragrance of scented oils. No wonder all the young women love you!
5I am dark but beautiful, O women of Jerusalem — dark as the tents of Kedar, dark as the curtains of Solomon’s tents.
6Don’t stare at me because I am dark — the sun has darkened my skin. My brothers were angry with me; they forced me to care for their vineyards, so I couldn’t care for myself — my own vineyard.
8If you don’t know, O most beautiful woman, follow the trail of my flock, and graze your young goats by the shepherds’ tents.
9You are as exciting, my darling, as a mare among Pharaoh’s stallions.
10How lovely are your cheeks; your earrings set them afire! How lovely is your neck, enhanced by a string of jewels.
11We will make for you earrings of gold and beads of silver.
English Standard Version
Chapter 1
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 anointing oils are fragrant; your name is oil poured out; therefore virgins love you.
4Draw me after you; let us run. The king has brought me into his chambers. We will exult and rejoice in you; we will extol your love more than wine; rightly do they love you.
5I am very dark, but lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
6Do not gaze at me because I am dark, because the sun has looked upon me. My mother’s sons were angry with me; they made me keeper of the vineyards, but my own vineyard I have not kept!
7Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you pasture your flock, where you make it lie down at noon; for why should I be like one who veils herself beside the flocks of your companions?
8If you do not know, O most beautiful among women, follow in the tracks of the flock, and pasture your young goats beside the shepherds’ tents.
9I compare you, my love, to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.
10Your cheeks are lovely with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
11We will make for you ornaments of gold, studded with silver.
12While the king was on his couch, my nard gave forth 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 blossoms in the vineyards of Engedi.
15Behold, you are beautiful, my love; behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are doves.
New International Version
Chapter 1
1Solomon's Song of Songs.
2Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth-- for your love is more delightful than wine.
3Pleasing is the fragrance of your perfumes; your name is like perfume poured out. No wonder the young women love you!
4Take me away with you--let us hurry! Let the king bring me into his chambers. Friends We rejoice and delight in you; we will praise your love more than wine. She How right they are to adore you!
5Dark am I, yet lovely, daughters of Jerusalem, dark like the tents of Kedar, like the tent curtains of Solomon.
6Do not stare at me because I am dark, because I am darkened by the sun. My mother's sons were angry with me and made me take care of the vineyards; my own vineyard I had to neglect.
7Tell me, you whom I love, where you graze your flock and where you rest your sheep at midday. Why should I be like a veiled woman beside the flocks of your friends?
8If you do not know, most beautiful of women, follow the tracks of the sheep and graze your young goats by the tents of the shepherds.
9I liken you, my darling, to a mare among Pharaoh's chariot horses.
10Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings, your neck with strings of jewels.
11We will make you earrings of gold, studded with silver.
12While the king was at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.
13My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh resting between my breasts.
14My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi.
15How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how beautiful! Your eyes are doves.
New King James Version
Chapter 1
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.
3Because of the fragrance of your good ointments, Your name is ointment poured forth; Therefore the virgins love you.
4 Draw me away! We will run after you. The king has brought me into his chambers. We will be glad and rejoice in you. We will remember your love more than wine. Rightly do they love you.
5I am dark, but lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, Like the tents of Kedar, Like the curtains of Solomon.
6Do not look upon me, because I am dark, Because the sun has tanned me. My mother’s sons were angry with me; They made me the keeper of the vineyards, But my own vineyard I have not kept.
7Tell me, O you whom I love, Where you feed your flock, Where you make it rest at noon. For why should I be as one who veils herself By the flocks of your companions?
8If you do not know, O fairest among women, Follow in the footsteps of the flock, And feed your little goats Beside the shepherds’ tents.
9I have compared you, my love, To my filly among Pharaoh’s chariots.
10 Your cheeks are lovely with ornaments, Your neck with chains of gold.
11We will make you ornaments of gold With studs of silver.
12While the king is at his table, My spikenard sends forth its fragrance.
13A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, That lies all night between my breasts.
14My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blooms In the vineyards of En Gedi.
15 Behold, you are fair, my love! Behold, you are fair! You have dove’s eyes.
