Song of Solomon


Song of Solomon

     1[1-4] The Song of Songs, which is Solomon’s.

 

The Wedding Celebration

 

The Wife of Solomon

Let my love kiss me with the kisses of your mouth; for your love (sexual) is better than the celebration. Your cologne smells so good and your name is as cologne poured out, so all my bridesmaids love (want) you. Take me away with you and I’ll quickly follow you. Bring me into your room (the bridal chamber).

The Bridesmaids
We’ll be happy and celebrate with you. We’ll remember your love more than the celebration!

The Wife of Solomon
They’re right to love (want) you.

[5-7] I am dark, but beautiful, you bridesmaids (daughters of Jerusalem), like the tents of Kedar, like Solomon’s curtains. Don’t stare at me because I am dark, because the sun has darkened me. My sisters and brothers were angry with me and made me keep the garden, but I haven’t taken care of my own garden (her appearance). Tell me, my love, where you work, where you rest at noon; Why should I wander off like a prostitute to where your friends are?

Solomon

[8-11] If you don’t know, most beautiful among women, go back home to your work. Feed your little ones back at home where they’ll care for you. I think, my love, you’re as beautiful as a graceful horse (of Pharaoh’s). Your cheeks are beautiful with the waves of your hair, and your neck wears a beautiful necklace.

 

The Bridesmaids

We’ll make you gold chains with silver pendants.

The Wife of Solomon

[12-14] While my love sits at the wedding table, my perfume scents the air. My lover will be to me as a scented sachet, which lies between my breasts all night. My lover is to me like a bunch of flowers from the gardens (of Engedi).

Solomon

[15] See, you’re beautiful, my love. See, you’re beautiful. Your eyes are pure and innocent like doves’ eyes.

The Wife of Solomon

[16-17] See, you’re handsome, my love, yes, wonderful; and our wedding bed is like the green grass. The beams of our house are like the cedars. Our rafters are like the firs.
2[1]  I am like a rose of the field, a beautiful wildflower.

 

 

Solomon

[2] As a beautiful wildflower among weeds, is my love among the women.

The Wife of Solomon

[3-6] As a fruit tree among the trees of the woods, is my love among the men. I was very happy when I rested under your shade, and your fruit was sweet to my taste. You brought me to the wedding celebration and covered me with your love. Now, strengthen me with wine, and refresh me with fruit; For I am weak from making love. Your left hand is under my head and your right hand holds me.

[7-9] I tell you, bridesmaids (daughters of Jerusalem), like the bucks and the does, not to stir up, nor awaken the passion of sexual love, until its time. I hear the voice of my love! See, here he comes, jumping on the mountains, skipping on the hills. My love is like a buck or a young deer. See, he stands behind our wall! He looks in at the window and shows himself through the opening.

[10-13] My love said to me, “Get up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away with me. See, the winter is over. The rain is over and gone and the flowers are on the earth. The birds are singing, and the coo of the dove is heard in our land. The fig tree ripens its green figs and the vines are in blossom and have a sweet scent. Get up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away with me.”

Solomon

[14-15] My dove, who shies away from me in secret places, let me see your face. Let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is beautiful. Don’t let anything trouble our love, like the little things that ruin a garden; for our garden of love is in blossom.

The Wife of Solomon

[16]  My love is mine, and I am yours. Linger in the wildflowers until the day breaks, and the night fades away. Come back, my love, and make love to me like a buck or a young deer on the mountains (of Palestine, Bether).

3[1-2] On my bed at night, I wanted my love. I dreamed I looked for him, but I couldn’t find him, so I got up, and went to look in the city; in the streets and in the blocks I looked for my love. I looked for him, but I didn’t find him.

[3-5] The night guards who go about the city found me and I asked, “Have you seen my love?” I had barely left them, when I found my love. Then I held him, and wouldn’t let him go, until I had brought him back home, to my mother’s house. I tell you, bridesmaids (daughters of Jerusalem), like the bucks, or the does of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken the passion of sexual love, until its time.

[6-8] Who is this who comes up from the countryside like poles of smoke, smelling of perfume and sweet scents, with all the fragrances of those who sell them? See, Solomon is coming! Sixty of the soldiers of Israel are around him. They all have weapons, and are trained for war. Every one has a weapon on the thigh, because of fear of attack in the night.

[9-11] Solomon, the ruler, made himself a litter of the wood of Lebanon. He made its poles of silver, its bottom of gold, its seat of purple cloth, its middle being made with love, from the bridesmaids (daughters of Jerusalem). Go ahead, you daughters of Zion, and see Solomon, the ruler, with the crown which his mother has crowned him, in the day of his wedding, in the day his heart was happy.

Solomon

4[1-7] See, you’re beautiful, my love. See, you’re beautiful. Your eyes are like a dove’s eyes behind your locks of hair. Your hair is as a flock of goats, coming down from Mount Gilead. Your teeth are white and washed like a newly shorn flock, and each of them has a twin. None is missing among them. Your lips are like ribbons of red. Your mouth is so beautiful. Your face is shaped like a piece of fruit behind your locks of hair. Your neck is like a high tower built for an armory, where a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the soldiers. Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a buck, which feed among the wildflowers. Until the day breaks, and the night fades away, I’ll go to the scented mountain, to the hill of sweet scents. You are all beautiful, my love. You’re perfect.

[8-11] Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Mount Amana, from the top of Mount Hermon (Senir), from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards. You’ve stolen my heart, my love, my bride. You’ve stolen my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck. How beautiful is your love, my love, my bride! How much better is your love than the celebration! The scent of your perfumes than all the fragrances! Your lips, my bride, drop down. Your words are as sweet as milk and honey. The smell of your clothes is like the scent of Lebanon.

[12-15] My love, my bride, is like a locked up garden, a dammed up creek, or a covered well waiting for me to open. Your plants are like an orchard of fruit trees, with tasty fruits, henna with spikenard plants, spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all the scented trees, and all the best spices, a well in the garden, a creek of running water, flowing down from Lebanon.

The Wife of Solomon

[16]  Awake, and come, winds of the north and south! Blow on my garden that its scent may flow out. Let my love come into his garden, and eat his tasty fruits.

Solomon

5[1]  I’ve come into my garden, my love, my bride. I’ve gathered my perfumes with my sweet scents; I’ve eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I’ve drunk my wine with my milk. I’ve eaten, my friend! I’ve drunk, yes, I’ve drunk deeply, my love.

The Wife of Solomon

[2-4] I was asleep, but my heart was awake. I heard the voice of my love who knocks! “Open to me, my bride, my love, my dove, my perfect one. My head is covered with dew, and my hair with the raindrops of the night.” I’ve taken off my robe. Should I put it back on? I’ve washed my feet. Should I soil them? But my love put his hand in through the opening and my heart pounded for him.

[5-6] I got up to open for my love, but my hands were slippery with scented oils, my fingers with perfumed oil, on the handles of the lock. I opened to my love; but my love had turned and gone away. My heart went out to him when he called, but when I looked for him, but I didn’t find him. I called him, but he didn’t answer.

[7-8] The night guards who go about the city found me and beat me and bruised me. The guards took my covers away from me. I tell you, bridesmaids (daughters of Jerusalem), If you find my love, tell him that I am heartbroken.

The Bridesmaids

[9    How is the one you love better than any other, most beautiful among women? How is the one you love better than any other, that you come and tell us about him?

The Wife of Solomon

[10-16] My love is fair and red skinned. The best among ten thousand. His face is like the purest gold. His hair is wavy, and as black as a raven. His eyes are like doves at the water brooks, white as milk, and perfectly set in their place. His cheeks are like rows of scented flowers in a flowerbed. His lips are like wildflowers, dropping with sweet scents. His hands are like rods of gold set with precious stones. His body is like an ivory slab covered with sapphires. His legs are like poles of marble set on pedestals of fine gold. He looks as beautiful as Lebanon, chosen like the best of the cedar trees. His mouth is the sweetest thing; yes, he is altogether beautiful. This is my love, and this is my friend, bridesmaids (daughters of Jerusalem).

The Bridesmaids

6[1]  Where has the one you love gone to, most beautiful among women? Where has the one you love gone to, that we may look for him with you?

The Wife of Solomon

[2-3] My love has gone down to his work, to where he is needed, to earn food, and to gather good things. I am my love’s, and my love is mine. He goes to earn food.

 

Solomon

[4-7] You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, beautiful as Jerusalem, as strong as an army with waving flags. Don’t look at me, for your eyes have overcome me. Your hair is wavy like a flock of goats that come down along the side of Mount Gilead. Your teeth are white and washed like a flock of lambs; each one having a twin; none of them is missing. Your face is shaped like a piece of a fruit behind your locks of hair.

[8-10] There are sixty queens, eighty mistresses, and more young girls than I can count, but my dove, my perfect one, is the only one for me. She’s her mother’s only daughter. She’s her dearest one. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; the queens and the mistresses praised her. Who is she who looks down like the morning, beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, and as strong as an army with waving flags?

 

The Wife of Solomon

[11-12] I went down into the nut tree grove, to see the green trees of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the fruits were in flower. Before I knew it, my love set me in the fast vehicles of my royal people.

The Bridesmaids

[13]  Come back, come back, beautiful one! Come back, come back, so we can see you.

Solomon
Why do you want to see the beautiful one, as at the dance of Mahanaim (two camps)?

7[1-5] How beautiful are your feet in their sandals, daughter of royalty! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful person. Your body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, set about with wildflowers. Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a buck. Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus. Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel. The hair of your head flows down like rich cloth and I am held captive in its locks.

[6-8] How beautiful and how wonderful you are, my love, for happiness! You’re like a palm tree, and your breasts are like its fruit. I said, “I’ll climb up the palm tree and take hold of its fruit.” Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the smell of your breath like fruit.

The Wife of Solomon

[9-12] You taste like the best wine that goes down smoothly, gliding through the lips of the one who is asleep. I am my love’s. You want me. Come, my love, let’s go to the countryside. Let’s stay in the villages. Let’s go up to the gardens early and see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the fruits are in flower. I’ll make love to you there, my love. The smell of love is in the air. At our doors are all kinds of tasty fruits, new and old, which I’ve saved for you, my love.

8[1-3] Oh that you were like my brother, who nursed from the breasts of my mother! If I found you outside, I would kiss you; yes, and no one would hate me. I would lead you, bringing you into my mother’s house, who would tell me what to do. I would have you drink spiced wine, of the juice of my fruit. Your left hand would be under my head and your right hand would hold me.

[4]   I tell you, bridesmaids (daughters of Jerusalem), that you not stir up, nor awaken the passion of sexual love, until its time.

The Bridesmaids

[5] Who is this who comes up from the countryside, leaning on her lover? Under the fruit tree I awoke you, where your mother conceived you, where she was in labor and had you.

 

The Wife of Solomon

[6-7] Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm; for love is strong as death. Jealousy is as cruel as Hell. Its flashes are flashes of fire, like the very flame of Yahweh. Many waters can’t quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for my love, he would be completely scorned.

The Family of Solomon’s Wife

[8-9] We have a little sister, who has no breasts yet. What will we do for our sister when she is asked for? If she’s strong like a wall, we’ll praise her strength. If she’s loose like door, we’ll shut her tight to protect her from opening it too soon.

The Wife of Solomon

[10-12] I have stayed strong like a wall, and my breasts are like strong towers, then I was in your eyes like one who found peace. Solomon had a garden at Baal Hamon. He leased out the garden to the keepers of the garden. Each was to have a thousand silver dollars for its fruit. But I now have my own garden and the thousand are for you, Solomon; and two hundred more for the one who tends its fruit.

Solomon

13-14] You who stay in the gardens, with your friends, let me hear your voice!

The Wife of Solomon

[14]  Come with me, now, my love! Be like a buck or a young deer on the scented mountains!

 

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