|
Reference
|
Text
|
|
Song of Songs 1:1
|
The Song of songs, which is Shlomo's. Beloved
|
|
Song of Songs 1:2
|
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; For your love is better than wine.
|
|
Song of Songs 1:3
|
Your oils have a pleasing fragrance. Your name is oil poured forth, Therefore the alamot love you.
|
|
Song of Songs 1:4
|
Take me away with you. Let us hurry. The king has brought me into his chambers. Friends We will be glad and rejoice in you. We will praise your love more than wine! Beloved They are right to love you.
|
|
Song of Songs 1:5
|
I am dark, but lovely, You daughters of Yerushalayim, Like Kedar's tents, Like Shlomo's curtains.
|
|
Song of Songs 1:6
|
Don'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.
|
|
Song of Songs 1:7
|
Tell 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
|
|
Song of Songs 1:8
|
If you don't know, most beautiful among women, Follow the tracks of the sheep. Graze your young goats beside the shepherds' tents.
|
|
Song of Songs 1:9
|
I have compared you, my love, To a steed in Par`oh's chariots.
|
|
Song of Songs 1:10
|
Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings, Your neck with strings of jewels.
|
|
Song of Songs 1:11
|
We will make you earrings of gold, With studs of silver. Beloved
|
|
Song of Songs 1:12
|
While the king sat at his table, My perfume spread its fragrance.
|
|
Song of Songs 1:13
|
My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh, That lies between my breasts.
|
|
Song of Songs 1:14
|
My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms From the vineyards of `En-Gedi. Lover
|
|
Song of Songs 1:15
|
Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves. Beloved
|
|
Song of Songs 1:16
|
Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved, yes, pleasant; And our couch is verdant. Lover
|
|
Song of Songs 1:17
|
The beams of our house are cedars. Our rafters are firs. Beloved
|
