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Old Testament in a year – Day 197

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Song of Solomon 1: 1 - 51

1The Song of songs, which is Solomon’s.
Beloved
2Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth;
for your love is better than wine.
3Your oils have a pleasing fragrance.
Your name is oil poured out,
therefore the virgins love you.
4Take me away with you.
Let’s hurry.
The king has brought me into his rooms.
Friends
We will be glad and rejoice in you.
We will praise your love more than wine!
Beloved
They are right to love you.
5I am dark, but lovely,
you daughters of Jerusalem,
like Kedar’s tents,
like Solomon’s curtains.
6Don’t stare at me because I am dark,
because the sun has scorched me.
My mother’s sons were angry with me.
They made me keeper of the vineyards.
I haven’t kept my own vineyard.
7Tell me, you whom my soul loves,
where you graze your flock,
where you rest them at noon;
for why should I be as one who is veiled
beside the flocks of your companions?
Lover
8If you don’t know, most beautiful amongst women,
follow the tracks of the sheep.
Graze your young goats beside the shepherds’ tents.
9I have compared you, my love,
to a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots.
10Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings,
your neck with strings of jewels.
Friends
11We will make you earrings of gold,
with studs of silver.
Beloved
12While the king sat at his table,
my perfume spread its fragrance.
13My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh,
that lies between my breasts.
14My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms
from the vineyards of En Gedi.
Lover
15Behold, you are beautiful, my love.
Behold, you are beautiful.
Your eyes are like doves.
Beloved
16Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved, yes, pleasant;
and our couch is verdant.
Lover
17The beams of our house are cedars.
Our rafters are firs.
Beloved
1I am a rose of Sharon,
a lily of the valleys.
Lover
2As a lily amongst thorns,
so is my love amongst the daughters.
Beloved
3As the apple tree amongst the trees of the wood,
so is my beloved amongst the sons.
I sat down under his shadow with great delight,
his fruit was sweet to my taste.
4He brought me to the banquet hall.
His banner over me is love.
5Strengthen me with raisins,
refresh me with apples;
for I am faint with love.
6His left hand is under my head.
His right hand embraces me.
7I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem,
by the roes, or by the hinds of the field,
that you not stir up, nor awaken love,
until it so desires.
8The voice of my beloved!
Behold, he comes,
leaping on the mountains,
skipping on the hills.
9My beloved is like a roe or a young deer.
Behold, he stands behind our wall!
He looks in at the windows.
He glances through the lattice.
10My beloved spoke, and said to me,
“Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
11For behold, the winter is past.
The rain is over and gone.
12The flowers appear on the earth.
The time of the singing has come,
and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
13The fig tree ripens her green figs.
The vines are in blossom.
They give out their fragrance.
Arise, my love, my beautiful one,
and come away.”
Lover
14My dove in the clefts of the rock,
in the hiding places of the mountainside,
let me see your face.
let me hear your voice;
for your voice is sweet and your face is lovely.
15Catch for us the foxes,
the little foxes that plunder the vineyards;
for our vineyards are in blossom.
Beloved
16My beloved is mine, and I am his.
He browses amongst the lilies.
17Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away,
turn, my beloved,
and be like a roe or a young deer on the mountains of Bether.
1By night on my bed,
I sought him whom my soul loves.
I sought him, but I didn’t find him.
2I will get up now, and go about the city;
in the streets and in the squares I will seek him whom my soul loves.
I sought him, but I didn’t find him.
3The watchmen who go about the city found me;
“Have you seen him whom my soul loves?”
4I had scarcely passed from them,
when I found him whom my soul loves.
I held him, and would not let him go,
until I had brought him into my mother’s house,
into the room of her who conceived me.
5I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem,
by the roes, or by the hinds of the field,
that you not stir up nor awaken love,
until it so desires.
6Who is this who comes up from the wilderness like pillars of smoke,
perfumed with myrrh and frankincense,
with all spices of the merchant?
7Behold, it is Solomon’s carriage!
Sixty mighty men are around it,
of the mighty men of Israel.
8They all handle the sword, and are expert in war.
Every man has his sword on his thigh,
because of fear in the night.
9King Solomon made himself a carriage
of the wood of Lebanon.
10He made its pillars of silver,
its bottom of gold, its seat of purple,
the middle of it being paved with love,
from the daughters of Jerusalem.
11Go out, you daughters of Zion, and see king Solomon,
with the crown with which his mother has crowned him,
in the day of his weddings,
in the day of the gladness of his heart.
Lover
1Behold, you are beautiful, my love.
Behold, you are beautiful.
Your eyes are like doves behind your veil.
Your hair is as a flock of goats,
that descend from Mount Gilead.
2Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock,
which have come up from the washing,
where every one of them has twins.
None is bereaved amongst them.
3Your lips are like scarlet thread.
Your mouth is lovely.
Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
4Your neck is like David’s tower built for an armoury,
on which a thousand shields hang,
all the shields of the mighty men.
5Your two breasts are like two fawns
that are twins of a roe,
which feed amongst the lilies.
6Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away,
I will go to the mountain of myrrh,
to the hill of frankincense.
7You are all beautiful, my love.
There is no spot in you.
8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,
with me from Lebanon.
Look from the top of Amana,
from the top of Senir and Hermon,
from the lions’ dens,
from the mountains of the leopards.
9You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride.
You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes,
with one chain of your neck.
10How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride!
How much better is your love than wine,
the fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices!
11Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb.
Honey and milk are under your tongue.
The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
12My sister, my bride, is a locked up garden;
a locked up spring,
a sealed fountain.
13Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits,
henna with spikenard plants,
14spikenard and saffron,
calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree;
myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,
15a fountain of gardens,
a well of living waters,
flowing streams from Lebanon.
Beloved
16Awake, north wind, and come, you south!
Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out.
Let my beloved come into his garden,
and taste his precious fruits.
Lover
1I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride.
I have gathered my myrrh with my spice;
I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey;
I have drunk my wine with my milk.
Friends
Eat, friends!
Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved.
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