The Song of Songs, which [is] for Solomon.

{May you kiss me} {passionately with your lips}, for your love [is] better than wine.

As fragrance, {your perfumes} [are] {delightful}; your name is poured out {perfume}; therefore young women love you.

Draw me after you, let us run! May the king bring me into his chambers! Let us be joyful and let us rejoice in you; let us extol your love more than wine. Rightly do they love you!

Tell me, [you] whom my {heart} loves, where do you pasture your flock, where do your sheep lie down at the noon? {For why should I be like} one who is veiled beside the flocks of your companions?

My beloved [is] to me {a pouch} of myrrh, he spends the night between my breasts.

My beloved [is] to me a cluster of blossoms of henna in the vineyards of En Gedi.

Look! You [are] beautiful, my beloved, truly pleasant. Truly our couch [is] {verdant};

the beams of our house [are] cedar; our rafter [is] cypress.

Like a lily among the thorns, so [is] my love among the maidens.

As an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so [is] my beloved among the young men. In his shade {I sat down with delight}, and his fruit [was] sweet to my palate.

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

My beloved is like a gazelle or {a young stag}. Look! {He is} standing behind our wall, gazing {through} the window, looking {through} the lattice.

For look! The winter is over; {the rainy season} {has turned and gone away}.

The blossoms {appear} {in the land}; {the time of singing has arrived}; the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.

My dove, in the clefts of the rock, {in the secluded place} {in the mountain}, Let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice [is] sweet and your face [is] lovely.

Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes destroying vineyards, for our vineyards [are in] blossom!

What [is] this coming up from the desert like a column of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense from all the fragrant powders of the merchant?

Look! [It is] Solomon's {portable couch}! Sixty mighty men surround {it}, the mighty men of Israel.

He made its column of silver, its back of gold, its seat of purple; its interior is inlaid [with] leather by {the maidens of Jerusalem}.

{Oh my}! You [are] beautiful, my beloved! {Oh my}! You [are] beautiful! Your eyes [are] doves from behind your veil. Your hair [is] like a flock of goats that move down from the mountains of Gilead.

Your teeth [are] like a flock of shorn ewes that came up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and there is none bereaved among them.

Your lips [are] like a thread of crimson, and your mouth [is] lovely. Your temple [is] like pomegranate from behind your veil.

Your neck [is] like the tower of David, built in courses; a thousand {ornaments} are hung on it, all the shields of the warriors.

How beautiful is your love, my sister bride! How better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your oils than any spice!

Your lips drip nectar, [my] bride; honey and milk [are] under your lips; the scent of your garments [is] like the scent of Lebanon.

A garden locked [is] my sister bride, a spring enclosed, a fountain sealed.

I [was] asleep but my heart was awake. A sound! My beloved knocking! "Open to me, my sister, my beloved, my dove, my perfect one! For my head is full of dew, {my hair drenched from the moist night air}."

{How is your beloved better than another lover}, O most beautiful among women? {How is your beloved better than another lover}, that you adjure us thus?

My beloved [is] radiant and {ruddy}, distinguished {among} ten thousand.

His head [is] gold, refined gold; his locks [are] wavy, black as a raven.

His arms [are] {rods} of gold {engraved with} jewels; his belly [is] polished ivory covered with sapphires.

His legs [are] columns of alabaster, set on bases of gold; his appearance [is] like Lebanon, choice as {its cedars}.

{His mouth} [is] sweet, and he is altogether desirable. This [is] my beloved; this [is] my friend, {O young women of Jerusalem}.

You [are] beautiful, my beloved, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, {overwhelming as an army with banners}.

Turn away your eyes from before me, for they overwhelm me. Your hair [is] like a flock of the goats that moves down from Gilead.

Your teeth [are] like a flock of the ewes that have come up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and there is none bereaved among them.

My dove, {she is the one}; my perfect, {she is the only one}; she [is] {the favorite of} her mother who bore her. Maidens see her and consider her fortunate; queens and concubines praise her:

"Who [is] this that looks down like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, {bright as the sun}, {overwhelming as an army with banners}?"

Turn, turn, O Shulammite! Turn, turn so that we may look upon you! Why do you look upon the Shulammite as [at] a dance of the two armies?

Your navel [is] {a round wine-mixing bowl} that does not lack mixed wine! Your belly [is] a heap of wheat encircled with lilies.

Your neck [is] like a tower of ivory; your eyes [are] pools in Heshbon at the gate of Beth Rabbim. Your nose [is] like the tower of Lebanon {looking out over Damascus}.

{Your head crowns you like Carmel}; the flowing locks of your head [are] like {purple tapestry}; a king is held captive in the tresses!

{Your stature} [is] like the palm tree, and your breasts [are] like clusters.

Your palate [is] like the best wine that goes down for my beloved, smoothly gliding over my lips and teeth.

Come, my beloved, let us {go out to the countryside}; let us spend the night in the villages.

Let us rise early [to go] to the vineyards; let us see whether the vine has budded, [whether] the grape blossom has opened, and [whether] the pomegranates {are in bloom}; there I will give my love to you.

The mandrakes give [off their] fragrance, and {over our doorway is every kind of delicious fruit}; both {fresh and dried fruit I have stored up} for you, O my beloved.

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

Who [is] this coming up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I awakened you; there your mother {conceived you}; there she who was in labor gave birth to you.

Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm; for love [is] strong as death; passion [is] fierce as Sheol; its flashes [are] flashes of fire; [it is] a blazing flame.

{We have a little sister}, {and she does not yet have any breasts}. What should we do for our sister {on the day when she is betrothed}?

If she [is] a wall, {we will adorn her with a turret of silver}; but if she [is] a door, we will barricade her with boards of cedar.