New Living Translation

Song of Solomon 1

1This is Solomon’s song of songs, more wonderful than any other.

Young Woman[a]

Kiss me and kiss me again,
    for your love is sweeter than wine.
How pleasing is your fragrance;
    your name is like the spreading fragrance of scented oils.
    No wonder all the young women love you!
Take me with you; come, let’s run!
    The king has brought me into his bedroom.

Young Women of Jerusalem

How happy we are for you, O king.
    We praise your love even more than wine.

Young Woman

How right they are to adore you.

I am dark but beautiful,
    O women of Jerusalem—
dark as the tents of Kedar,
    dark as the curtains of Solomon’s tents.
Don’t stare at me because I am dark—
    the sun has darkened my skin.
My brothers were angry with me;
    they forced me to care for their vineyards,
    so I couldn’t care for myself—my own vineyard.

Tell me, my love, where are you leading your flock today?
    Where will you rest your sheep at noon?
For why should I wander like a prostitute[b]
    among your friends and their flocks?

Young Man

If you don’t know, O most beautiful woman,
    follow the trail of my flock,
    and graze your young goats by the shepherds’ tents.
You are as exciting, my darling,
    as a mare among Pharaoh’s stallions.
10 How lovely are your cheeks;
    your earrings set them afire!
How lovely is your neck,
    enhanced by a string of jewels.
11 We will make for you earrings of gold
    and beads of silver.

Young Woman

12 The king is lying on his couch,
    enchanted by the fragrance of my perfume.
13 My lover is like a sachet of myrrh
    lying between my breasts.
14 He is like a bouquet of sweet henna blossoms
    from the vineyards of En-gedi.

Young Man

15 How beautiful you are, my darling,
    how beautiful!
    Your eyes are like doves.

Young Woman

16 You are so handsome, my love,
    pleasing beyond words!
The soft grass is our bed;
17     fragrant cedar branches are the beams of our house,
    and pleasant smelling firs are the rafters.

Footnotes

  1. 1:1 The headings identifying the speakers are not in the original text, though the Hebrew usually gives clues by means of the gender of the person speaking.
  2. 1:7 Hebrew like a veiled woman.

New International Reader's Version

Song of Songs 1

1This is the greatest song Solomon ever wrote.

A Shulammite woman says to King Solomon

“I long for your lips to kiss me!
    Your love makes me happier than wine does.
The lotion you have on pleases me.
    Your name is like perfume that is poured out.
    No wonder the young women love you!
Take me away with you. Let us hurry!
    King Solomon, bring me into your palace.”

The other women say

“King Solomon, you fill us with joy. You make us happy.
    We praise your love more than we praise wine.”

The woman says to the king

“It is right for them to love you!

“Women of Jerusalem,
    my skin is dark but lovely.
It is dark like the tents in Kedar.
    It’s like the curtains of Solomon’s tent.
Don’t stare at me because I’m dark.
    The sun has made my skin look like this.
My brothers were angry with me.
    They made me take care of the vineyards.
    I haven’t even taken care of my own vineyard.

“King Solomon, I love you.
    So tell me where you take care of your flock.
    Tell me where you rest your sheep at noon.
Why should I have to act like a prostitute
    near the flocks of your friends?”

The other women say

“You are the most beautiful woman of all.
    Don’t you know where to find the king?
    Follow the tracks the sheep make.
Take care of your young goats
    near the tents of the shepherds.”

King Solomon says to the Shulammite woman

“You are my love.
    You are like a mare among Pharaoh’s chariot horses.
10 Your earrings make your cheeks even more beautiful.
    Your strings of jewels make your neck even more lovely.
11 We will make gold earrings for you.
    We’ll decorate them with silver.”

The woman says

12 “The king was at his table.
    My perfume gave off a sweet smell.
13 The one who loves me is like a small bag of myrrh
    resting between my breasts.
14 He is like henna flowers
    from the vineyards of En Gedi.”

The king says

15 “You are so beautiful, my love!
    So beautiful!
    Your eyes are like doves.”

The woman says

16 “You are so handsome, my love!
    So charming!
    The green field is our bed.”

The king says

17 “Cedar trees above us are the beams of our house.
    Fir trees overhead are its rafters.”