GetPassageurn:cts:pbc:bible.parallel.eng.darby:22urn:cts:pbc:bible.parallel.eng.darby:22The song of songs , which is Solomon's . Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth ; For thy love is better than wine . Thine ointments savour sweetly ; Thy name is an ointment poured forth : Therefore do the virgins love thee . Draw 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 . They love thee uprightly . I am black , but comely , daughters of Jerusalem , As the tents of Kedar , As the curtains of Solomon . Look 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 keeper of the vineyards ; Mine own vineyard have I not kept . Tell me , thou whom my soul loveth , Where thou feedest [ thy flock ] , Where thou makest it to rest at noon ; For why should I be as one veiled Beside the flocks of thy companions ? If thou know not , thou fairest among women , Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock , And feed thy kids beside the shepherds' booths . I compare thee , my love , To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots . Thy cheeks are comely with bead-rows , Thy neck with ornamental chains . We will make thee bead-rows of gold With studs of silver . While the king is at his table , My spikenard sendeth forth its fragrance . A bundle of myrrh is my beloved unto me ; He shall pass the night between my breasts . My beloved is unto me a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of Engedi . Behold , thou art fair , my love ; Behold , thou art fair : thine eyes are doves . Behold , thou art fair , my beloved , yea , pleasant ; Also our bed is green . The beams of our houses are cedars , Our rafters are cypresses . I am a narcissus of Sharon , A lily of the valleys . As the lily among thorns , So is my love among the daughters . As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood , So is my beloved among the sons : In his shadow have I rapture and sit down ; And his fruit is sweet to my taste . He hath brought me to the house of wine , And his banner over me is love . Sustain ye me with raisin-cakes , Refresh me with apples ; For I am sick of love . His left hand is under my head , And his right hand doth embrace me . I charge you , daughters of Jerusalem , By the gazelles , or by the hinds of the field , That ye stir not up , nor awake [ my ] love , till he please . The voice of my beloved ! Behold , he cometh Leaping upon the mountains , Skipping upon the hills . My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart . Behold , he standeth behind our wall , He looketh in through the windows , Glancing through the lattice . My beloved spake and said unto me , Rise up , my love , my fair one , and come away . For behold , the winter is past , The rain is over , it is gone : The flowers appear on the earth ; The time of singing is come , And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land ; The fig-tree melloweth her winter figs , And the vines in bloom give forth [ their ] fragrance . Arise , my love , my fair one , and come away ! My dove , in the clefts of the rock , In the covert of the precipice , Let me see thy countenance , let me hear thy voice ; For sweet is thy voice , and thy countenance is comely . Take us the foxes , The little foxes , that spoil the vineyards ; For our vineyards are in bloom . My beloved is mine , and I am his ; He feedeth [ his flock ] among the lilies , Until the day dawn , and the shadows flee away . Turn , my beloved : be thou like a gazelle or a young hart , Upon the mountains of Bether . On my bed , in the nights , I sought him whom my soul loveth : I sought him , but I found him not . I will rise now , and go about the city ; In the streets and in the broadways Will I seek him whom my soul loveth : I sought him , but I found him not . The watchmen that go about the city found me : -- Have ye seen him whom my soul loveth ? -- Scarcely had I passed from them , When I found him whom my soul loveth : I held him , and would not let him go , Until I had brought him into my mother's house , And into the chamber of her that conceived me . I charge you , daughters of Jerusalem , By the gazelles , or by the hinds of the field , That ye stir not up , nor awake [ my ] love , till he please . Who is this , [ she ] that cometh up from the wilderness Like pillars of smoke , Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense , With all powders of the merchant ? . . . Behold his couch , Solomon's own : Threescore mighty men are about it , Of the mighty of Israel . They all hold the sword , Experts in war ; Each hath his sword upon his thigh Because of alarm in the nights . King Solomon made himself a palanquin Of the wood of Lebanon . Its pillars he made of silver , Its support of gold , Its seat of purple ; The midst thereof was paved [ with ] love By the daughters of Jerusalem . Go forth , daughters of Zion , And behold king Solomon With the crown wherewith his mother crowned him In the day of his espousals , And in the day of the gladness of his heart . Behold , thou art fair , my love ; behold , thou art fair ; Thine eyes are doves behind thy veil ; Thy hair is as a flock of goats , On the slopes of mount Gilead . Thy teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep , Which go up from the washing ; Which have all borne twins , And none is barren among them . Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet , And thy speech is comely ; As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil . Thy neck is like the tower of David , Built for an armoury : A thousand bucklers hang thereon , All shields of mighty men . Thy two breasts are like two fawns , twins of a gazelle , Which feed among the lilies . Until the day dawn , and the shadows flee away , I will get me to the mountain of myrrh , And to the hill of frankincense . Thou art all fair , my love ; And there is no spot in thee . [ Come ] with me , from Lebanon , [ my ] spouse , With me from Lebanon , -- Come , look from the top of Amanah , From the top of Senir and Hermon , From the lions' dens , From the mountains of the leopards . Thou hast ravished my heart , my sister , [ my ] spouse ; Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes , With one chain of thy neck . How fair is thy love , my sister , [ my ] spouse ! How much better is thy love than wine ! And the fragrance of thine ointments than all spices ! Thy lips , [ my ] spouse , drop [ as ] the honeycomb ; Honey and milk are under thy tongue ; And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon . A garden enclosed is my sister , [ my ] spouse ; A spring shut up , a fountain sealed . Thy shoots are a paradise of pomegranates , with precious fruits ; Henna with spikenard plants ; Spikenard and saffron ; Calamus and cinnamon , with all trees of frankincense ; Myrrh and aloes , with all the chief spices : A fountain in the gardens , A well of living waters , Which stream from Lebanon . Awake , north wind , and come , [ thou ] south ; Blow upon my garden , [ that ] the spices thereof may flow forth . Let my beloved come into his garden , And eat its precious fruits . I am come into my garden , my sister , [ my ] spouse ; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice ; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey ; I have drunk my wine with my milk . Eat , O friends ; drink , yea , drink abundantly , beloved ones ! I slept , but my heart was awake . The voice of my beloved ! he knocketh : Open to me , my sister , my love , my dove , mine undefiled ; For my head is filled with dew , My locks with the drops of the night . -- I have put off my tunic , how should I put it on ? I have washed my feet , how should I pollute them ? -- My beloved put in his hand by the hole [ of the door ] ; And my bowels yearned for him . I rose up to open to my beloved ; And my hands dropped with myrrh , And my fingers with liquid myrrh , Upon the handles of the lock . I opened to my beloved ; But my beloved had withdrawn himself ; he was gone : My soul went forth when he spoke . I sought him , but I found him not ; I called him , but he gave me no answer . The watchmen that went about the city found me ; They smote me , they wounded me ; The keepers of the walls took away my veil from me . I charge you , daughters of Jerusalem , If ye find my beloved , . . . What will ye tell him ? -- That I am sick of love . What is thy beloved more than [ another ] beloved , Thou fairest among women ? What is thy beloved more than [ another ] beloved , That thou dost so charge us ? My beloved is white and ruddy , The chiefest among ten thousand . His head is [ as ] the finest gold ; His locks are flowing , black as the raven ; His eyes are like doves by the water-brooks , Washed with milk , fitly set ; His cheeks are as a bed of spices , raised beds of sweet plants ; His lips lilies , dropping liquid myrrh . His hands gold rings , set with the chrysolite ; His belly is bright ivory , overlaid [ with ] sapphires ; His legs , pillars of marble , set upon bases of fine gold : His bearing as Lebanon , excellent as the cedars ; His mouth is most sweet : Yea , he is altogether lovely . This is my beloved , yea , this is my friend , O daughters of Jerusalem . Whither is thy beloved gone , Thou fairest among women ? Whither is thy beloved turned aside ? And we will seek him with thee . My beloved is gone down into his garden , to the beds of spices , To feed in the gardens and to gather lilies . I am my beloved's , and my beloved is mine : He feedeth [ his flock ] among the lilies . Thou art fair , my love , as Tirzah , Comely as Jerusalem , Terrible as troops with banners : Turn away thine eyes from me , For they overcome me . Thy hair is as a flock of goats On the slopes of Gilead . Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep Which go up from the washing ; Which have all borne twins , And none is barren among them . As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil . There are threescore queens , and fourscore concubines , And virgins without number : My dove , mine undefiled , is but one ; She is the only one of her mother , She is the choice one of her that bore her . The daughters saw her , and they called her blessed ; The queens and the concubines , and they praised her . Who is she that looketh forth as the dawn , Fair as the moon , clear as the sun , Terrible as troops with banners ? I went down into the garden of nuts , To see the verdure of the valley , To see whether the vine budded , Whether the pomegranates blossomed . Before I was aware , My soul set me upon the chariots of my willing people . Return , return , O Shulamite ; Return , return , that we may look upon thee . -- What would ye look upon in the Shulamite ? -- As it were the dance of two camps . How beautiful are thy footsteps in sandals , O prince's daughter ! The roundings of thy thighs are like jewels , The work of the hands of an artist . Thy navel is a round goblet , [ which ] wanteth not mixed wine ; Thy belly a heap of wheat , set about with lilies ; Thy two breasts are like two fawns , twins of a gazelle ; Thy neck is as a tower of ivory ; Thine eyes , [ like ] the pools in Heshbon , By the gate of Bath-rabbim ; Thy nose like the tower of Lebanon , Which looketh toward Damascus ; Thy head upon thee is like Carmel , And the locks of thy head like purple ; The king is fettered by [ thy ] ringlets ! How fair and how pleasant art thou , [ my ] love , in delights ! This thy stature is like to a palm-tree , And thy breasts to grape clusters . I said , I will go up to the palm-tree , I will take hold of the boughs thereof ; And thy breasts shall indeed be like clusters of the vine , And the fragrance of thy nose like apples , And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine , . . . That goeth down smoothly for my beloved , And stealeth over the lips of them that are asleep . I am my beloved's , And his desire is toward me . -- Come , my beloved , let us go forth into the fields ; Let us lodge in the villages . We will go up early to the vineyards , We will see if the vine hath budded , [ If ] the blossom is opening , And the pomegranates are in bloom : There will I give thee my loves . The mandrakes yield fragrance ; And at our gates are all choice fruits , new and old : I have laid them up for thee , my beloved . Oh that thou wert as my brother , That sucked the breasts of my mother ! Should I find thee without , I would kiss thee ; And they would not despise me . I would lead thee , bring thee into my mother's house ; Thou wouldest instruct me : I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine , Of the juice of my pomegranate . His left hand would be under my head , And his right hand embrace me . I charge you , daughters of Jerusalem , . . . Why should ye stir up , why awake [ my ] love , till he please ? Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness , Leaning upon her beloved ? I awoke thee under the apple-tree : There thy mother brought thee forth ; There she brought thee forth [ that ] bore thee . Set me as a seal upon thy heart , As a seal upon thine arm : For love is strong as death ; Jealousy is cruel as Sheol : The flashes thereof are flashes of fire , Flames of Jah . Many waters cannot quench love , Neither do the floods drown it : Even if a man gave all the substance of his house for love , It would utterly be contemned . We have a little sister , And she hath no breasts : What shall we do for our sister In the day when she shall be spoken for ? -- If she be a wall , We will build upon her a turret of silver ; And if she be a door , We will enclose her with boards of cedar . I am a wall , and my breasts like towers ; Then was I in his eyes as one that findeth peace . Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon : He let out the vineyard unto keepers ; Every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand silver-pieces . My vineyard , which is mine , is before me : The thousand [ silver-pieces ] be to thee , Solomon ; And to the keepers of its fruit , two hundred . Thou that dwellest in the gardens , The companions hearken to thy voice : Let me hear [ it ] . Haste , my beloved , And be thou like a gazelle or a young hart Upon the mountains of spices .