Song of Songs 1-2
Is it just me, or is it getting hot in here?
The Song of Songs, which is Solomon’s
May he kiss me with the kisses of his mouth,
for your expressions of affection are better than wine.
The fragrance of your oils is pleasant;
your name is like a fragrant oil poured out—
that is why the young women love you.
Take me with you, let us run.
The king has brought me into his interior rooms!
Let us be joyful and rejoice in you.
Let us praise your expressions of affection more than wine.
Rightly they love you.
I am dark, but lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem,
like the tents of Kedar, like the tent cloths of Solomon.
Do not stare at me because I am swarthy,
because the sun has gazed upon me.
The sons of my mother were angry with me;
they appointed me the keeper of the vineyards,
but my own vineyard I did not keep.
Tell me, you whom I love so much,
where you pasture your flock,
where you have them lie down at midday.
Why should I be like a woman wrapped in a veil
among the flocks of your companions?
“If you do not know, O most beautiful of women,
go follow the tracks of the flock
and pasture your young goats next to the tents of the shepherds.”
“I liken you, my beloved, to a mare among the chariots of Pharaoh.
Your cheeks are lovely with ornaments,
your neck with strings of beads.
We will make for you gold ornaments
studded with silver.”
“While the king sits at his round table,
my perfume gives off its fragrance.
My dear one is to me like a fragrant bag of myrrh,
spending the night between my breasts.
My dear one is to me like a cluster of henna
among the vineyards of En-gedi.”
“Look! You are beautiful, my beloved.
Look! You are beautiful. Your eyes are those of doves.”
“Look! You are beautiful, my dear one, and delightful.
Our bed is among the foliage.
The beams of our house are cedars,
our rafters are juniper trees.”
“I am but a saffron of the coastal plain,
a lily of the valleys.”
“Like a lily among thorns
is my beloved among the daughters.”
“Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest,
so is my dear one among the sons.
I passionately desire to sit in his shade,
and his fruit is sweet to my taste.
He brought me into the banquet house,
and his banner over me was love.
Refresh me with raisin cakes;
sustain me with apples,
for I am lovesick.
His left hand is under my head,
and his right hand embraces me.
I put you under oath, O daughters of Jerusalem,
by the gazelles and the does of the field:
Do not try to awaken or arouse love in me
until it feels inclined.”
“The sound of my dear one!
Look! Here he comes,
climbing the mountains, leaping over the hills.
My dear one is like a gazelle, like a young stag.
There he is, standing behind our wall,
gazing through the windows,
looking through the lattices.
My dear one speaks, he says to me:
‘Rise up, my beloved,
my beautiful one, come away with me.
Look! The winter has passed,
the rains are over and gone.
Blossoms have appeared in the land,
the time of pruning has arrived,
and the song of the turtledove is heard in our land.
The fig tree ripens its early figs;
the vines are in blossom and give off their fragrance.
Rise up, my beloved, and come.
My beautiful one, come away with me.
O my dove, in the retreats of the crag,
in the recesses of the cliff,
let me see you and hear your voice,
for your voice is pleasant
and your appearance is lovely.’”
“Catch the foxes for us,
the little foxes that ruin the vineyards,
for our vineyards are in bloom.
My dear one is mine and I am his.
He is shepherding among the lilies.
Until the day grows breezy and the shadows flee,
return quickly, O my dear one,
like the gazelle or the young stag
upon the mountains of separation.”
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