[ Song of Songs 1 ] 1 . Solomon ' s Song of Songs . 2 . Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth -- for your love is more delightful than wine . 3 . Pleasing is the fragrance of your perfumes ; your name is like perfume poured out . No wonder the maidens love you ! 4 . Take me away with you -- let us hurry ! Let the king bring me into his chambers . We rejoice and delight in you ; we will praise your love more than wine . How right they are to adore you ! 5 . Dark am I , yet lovely , O daughters of Jerusalem , dark like the tents of Kedar , like the tent curtains of Solomon . 6 . Do 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 have neglected . 7 . Tell 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 ? 8 . If 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 . 9 . I liken you , my darling , to a mare harnessed to one of the chariots of Pharaoh . 10 . Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings , your neck with strings of jewels . 11 . We will make you earrings of gold , studded with silver . 12 . While the king was at his table , my perfume spread its fragrance . 13 . My lover is to me a sachet of myrrh resting between my breasts . 14 . My lover is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi . 15 . How beautiful you are , my darling ! Oh , how beautiful ! Your eyes are doves . 16 . How handsome you are , my lover ! Oh , how charming ! And our bed is verdant . 17 . The beams of our house are cedars ; our rafters are firs . [ Song of Songs 2 ] 1 . I am a rose of Sharon , a lily of the valleys . 2 . Like a lily among thorns is my darling among the maidens . 3 . Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest is my lover among the young men . I delight to sit in his shade , and his fruit is sweet to my taste . 4 . He has taken me to the banquet hall , and his banner over me is love . 5 . Strengthen me with raisins , refresh me with apples , for I am faint with love . 6 . His left arm is under my head , and his right arm embraces me . 7 . Daughters of Jerusalem , I charge you by the gazelles and by the does of the field : Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires . 8 . Listen ! My lover ! Look ! Here he comes , leaping across the mountains , bounding over the hills . 9 . My lover is like a gazelle or a young stag . Look ! There he stands behind our wall , gazing through the windows , peering through the lattice . 10 . My lover spoke and said to me , " Arise , my darling , my beautiful one , and come with me . 11 . See ! The winter is past ; the rains are over and gone . 12 . Flowers appear on the earth ; the season of singing has come , the cooing of doves is heard in our land . 13 . The fig tree forms its early fruit ; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance . Arise , come , my darling ; my beautiful one , come with me . " 14 . My dove in the clefts of the rock , in the hiding places on the mountainside , show me your face , let me hear your voice ; for your voice is sweet , and your face is lovely . 15 . Catch for us the foxes , the little foxes that ruin the vineyards , our vineyards that are in bloom . 16 . My lover is mine and I am his ; he browses among the lilies . 17 . Until the day breaks and the shadows flee , turn , my lover , and be like a gazelle or like a young stag on the rugged hills . [ Song of Songs 3 ] 1 . All night long on my bed I looked for the one my heart loves ; I looked for him but did not find him . 2 . I will get up now and go about the city , through its streets and squares ; I will search for the one my heart loves . So I looked for him but did not find him . 3 . The watchmen found me as they made their rounds in the city . " Have you seen the one my heart loves ? " 4 . Scarcely had I passed them when I found the one my heart loves . I held him and would not let him go till I had brought him to my mother ' s house , to the room of the one who conceived me . 5 . Daughters of Jerusalem , I charge you by the gazelles and by the does of the field : Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires . 6 . Who is this coming up from the desert like a column of smoke , perfumed with myrrh and incense made from all the spices of the merchant ? 7 . Look ! It is Solomon ' s carriage , escorted by sixty warriors , the noblest of Israel , 8 . all of them wearing the sword , all experienced in battle , each with his sword at his side , prepared for the terrors of the night . 9 . King Solomon made for himself the carriage ; he made it of wood from Lebanon . 10 . Its posts he made of silver , its base of gold . Its seat was upholstered with purple , its interior lovingly inlaid by the daughters of Jerusalem . 11 . Come out , you daughters of Zion , and look at King Solomon wearing the crown , the crown with which his mother crowned him on the day of his wedding , the day his heart rejoiced . [ Song of Songs 4 ] 1 . How beautiful you are , my darling ! Oh , how beautiful ! Your eyes behind your veil are doves . Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Mount Gilead . 2 . Your teeth are like a flock of sheep just shorn , coming up from the washing . Each has its twin ; not one of them is alone . 3 . Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon ; your mouth is lovely . Your temples behind your veil are like the halves of a pomegranate . 4 . Your neck is like the tower of David , built with elegance ; on it hang a thousand shields , all of them shields of warriors . 5 . Your two breasts are like two fawns , like twin fawns of a gazelle that browse among the lilies . 6 . Until the day breaks and the shadows flee , I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of incense . 7 . All beautiful you are , my darling ; there is no flaw in you . 8 . Come with me from Lebanon , my bride , come with me from Lebanon . Descend from the crest of Amana , from the top of Senir , the summit of Hermon , from the lions ' dens and the mountain haunts of the leopards . 9 . You have stolen my heart , my sister , my bride ; you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes , with one jewel of your necklace . 10 . How delightful is your love , my sister , my bride ! How much more pleasing is your love than wine , and the fragrance of your perfume than any spice ! 11 . Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb , my bride ; milk and honey are under your tongue . The fragrance of your garments is like that of Lebanon . 12 . You are a garden locked up , my sister , my bride ; you are a spring enclosed , a sealed fountain . 13 . Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates with choice fruits , with henna and nard , 14 . nard and saffron , calamus and cinnamon , with every kind of incense tree , with myrrh and aloes and all the finest spices . 15 . You are a garden fountain , a well of flowing water streaming down from Lebanon . 16 . Awake , north wind , and come , south wind ! Blow on my garden , that its fragrance may spread abroad . Let my lover come into his garden and taste its choice fruits . [ Song of Songs 5 ] 1 . I have come into my garden , my sister , my bride ; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice . I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey ; I have drunk my wine and my milk . Eat , O friends , and drink ; drink your fill , O lovers . 2 . I slept but my heart was awake . Listen ! My lover is knocking : " Open to me , my sister , my darling , my dove , my flawless one . My head is drenched with dew , my hair with the dampness of the night . " 3 . I have taken off my robe -- must I put it on again ? I have washed my feet -- must I soil them again ? 4 . My lover thrust his hand through the latch - opening ; my heart began to pound for him . 5 . I arose to open for my lover , and my hands dripped with myrrh , my fingers with flowing myrrh , on the handles of the lock . 6 . I opened for my lover , but my lover had left ; he was gone . My heart sank at his departure . I looked for him but did not find him . I called him but he did not answer . 7 . The watchmen found me as they made their rounds in the city . They beat me , they bruised me ; they took away my cloak , those watchmen of the walls ! 8 . O daughters of Jerusalem , I charge you -- if you find my lover , what will you tell him ? Tell him I am faint with love . 9 . How is your beloved better than others , most beautiful of women ? How is your beloved better than others , that you charge us so ? 10 . My lover is radiant and ruddy , outstanding among ten thousand . 11 . His head is purest gold ; his hair is wavy and black as a raven . 12 . His eyes are like doves by the water streams , washed in milk , mounted like jewels . 13 . His cheeks are like beds of spice yielding perfume . His lips are like lilies dripping with myrrh . 14 . His arms are rods of gold set with chrysolite . His body is like polished ivory decorated with sapphires . 15 . His legs are pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold . His appearance is like Lebanon , choice as its cedars . 16 . His mouth is sweetness itself ; he is altogether lovely . This is my lover , this my friend , O daughters of Jerusalem . [ Song of Songs 6 ] 1 . Where has your lover gone , most beautiful of women ? Which way did your lover turn , that we may look for him with you ? 2 . My lover has gone down to his garden , to the beds of spices , to browse in the gardens and to gather lilies . 3 . I am my lover ' s and my lover is mine ; he browses among the lilies . 4 . You are beautiful , my darling , as Tirzah , lovely as Jerusalem , majestic as troops with banners . 5 . Turn your eyes from me ; they overwhelm me . Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead . 6 . Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing . Each has its twin , not one of them is alone . 7 . Your temples behind your veil are like the halves of a pomegranate . 8 . Sixty queens there may be , and eighty concubines , and virgins beyond number ; 9 . but my dove , my perfect one , is unique , the only daughter of her mother , the favorite of the one who bore her . The maidens saw her and called her blessed ; the queens and concubines praised her . 10 . Who is this that appears like the dawn , fair as the moon , bright as the sun , majestic as the stars in procession ? 11 . I went down to the grove of nut trees to look at the new growth in the valley , to see if the vines had budded or the pomegranates were in bloom . 12 . Before I realized it , my desire set me among the royal chariots of my people . 13 . Come back , come back , O Shulammite ; come back , come back , that we may gaze on you ! Why would you gaze on the Shulammite as on the dance of Mahanaim ? [ Song of Songs 7 ] 1 . How beautiful your sandaled feet , O prince ' s daughter ! Your graceful legs are like jewels , the work of a craftsman ' s hands . 2 . Your navel is a rounded goblet that never lacks blended wine . Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by lilies . 3 . Your breasts are like two fawns , twins of a gazelle . 4 . Your neck is like an ivory tower . Your eyes are the pools of Heshbon by the gate of Bath Rabbim . Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon looking toward Damascus . 5 . Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel . Your hair is like royal tapestry ; the king is held captive by its tresses . 6 . How beautiful you are and how pleasing , O love , with your delights ! 7 . Your stature is like that of the palm , and your breasts like clusters of fruit . 8 . I said , " I will climb the palm tree ; I will take hold of its fruit . " May your breasts be like the clusters of the vine , the fragrance of your breath like apples , 9 . and your mouth like the best wine . May the wine go straight to my lover , flowing gently over lips and teeth . 10 . I belong to my lover , and his desire is for me . 11 . Come , my lover , let us go to the countryside , let us spend the night in the villages . 12 . Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vines have budded , if their blossoms have opened , and if the pomegranates are in bloom -- there I will give you my love . 13 . The mandrakes send out their fragrance , and at our door is every delicacy , both new and old , that I have stored up for you , my lover . [ Song of Songs 8 ] 1 . If only you were to me like a brother , who was nursed at my mother ' s breasts ! Then , if I found you outside , I would kiss you , and no one would despise me . 2 . I would lead you and bring you to my mother ' s house -- she who has taught me . I would give you spiced wine to drink , the nectar of my pomegranates . 3 . His left arm is under my head and his right arm embraces me . 4 . Daughters of Jerusalem , I charge you : Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires . 5 . Who is this coming up from the desert leaning on her lover ? Under the apple tree I roused you ; there your mother conceived you , there she who was in labor gave you birth . 6 . Place me like a seal over your heart , like a seal on your arm ; for love is as strong as death , its jealousy unyielding as the grave . It burns like blazing fire , like a mighty flame . 7 . Many waters cannot quench love ; rivers cannot wash it away . If one were to give all the wealth of his house for love , it would be utterly scorned . 8 . We have a young sister , and her breasts are not yet grown . What shall we do for our sister for the day she is spoken for ? 9 . If she is a wall , we will build towers of silver on her . If she is a door , we will enclose her with panels of cedar . 10 . I am a wall , and my breasts are like towers . Thus I have become in his eyes like one bringing contentment . 11 . Solomon had a vineyard in Baal Hamon ; he let out his vineyard to tenants . Each was to bring for its fruit a thousand shekels of silver . 12 . But my own vineyard is mine to give ; the thousand shekels are for you , O Solomon , and two hundred are for those who tend its fruit . 13 . You who dwell in the gardens with friends in attendance , let me hear your voice ! 14 . Come away , my lover , and be like a gazelle or like a young stag on the spice - laden mountains .