SPACE 1/SPACE - Library 1 - Volume 1.iso/misc~1/342/solomon

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                        SONG OF SOLOMON 1
 1:1  The song of songs, which [is] Solomon's.
 1:2  Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy
love [is] better than wine.
 1:3  Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name [is
as] ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.
 1:4  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: the upright love thee.
 1:5  I [am] black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as
the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
 1:6  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 the keeper of the vineyards; [but] mine own
vineyard have I not kept.
 1:7  Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest,
where thou makest [thy flock] to rest at noon: for why should I
be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions?
 1:8  If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way
forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside
the shepherds' tents.
 1:9  I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses
in Pharaoh's chariots.
 1:10  Thy cheeks are comely with rows [of jewels], thy neck
with chains [of gold].
 1:11  We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.
 1:12  While the king [sitteth] at his table, my spikenard
sendeth forth the smell thereof.
 1:13  A bundle of myrrh [is] my wellbeloved unto me; he shall
lie all night betwixt my breasts.
 1:14  My beloved [is] unto me [as] a cluster of camphire in
the vineyards of Engedi.
 1:15  Behold, thou [art] fair, my love; behold, thou [art]
fair; thou [hast] doves' eyes.
 1:16  Behold, thou [art] fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also
our bed [is] green.
 1:17  The beams of our house [are] cedar, [and] our rafters of
fir.

                        SONG OF SOLOMON 2
 2:1  I [am] the rose of Sharon, [and] the lily of the valleys.
 2:2  As the lily among thorns, so [is] my love among the
daughters.
 2:3  As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so [is] my
beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great
delight, and his fruit [was] sweet to my taste.
 2:4  He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner
over me [was] love.
 2:5  Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I [am]
sick of love.
 2:6  His left hand [is] under my head, and his right hand doth
embrace me.
 2:7  I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes,
and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake
[my] love, till he please.
 2:8  The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon
the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
 2:9  My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he
standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows,
showing himself through the lattice.
 2:10  My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my
fair one, and come away.
 2:11  For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over [and]
gone;
 2:12  The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing
[of birds] is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our
land;
 2:13  The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines
[with] the tender grape give a [good] smell. Arise, my love, my
fair one, and come away.
 2:14  O my dove, [that art] in the clefts of the rock, in the
secret [places] of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let
me hear thy voice; for sweet [is] thy voice, and thy
countenance [is] comely.
 2:15  Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the
vines: for our vines [have] tender grapes.
 2:16  My beloved [is] mine, and I [am] his: he feedeth among
the lilies.
 2:17  Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my
beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the
mountains of Bether.

                        SONG OF SOLOMON 3
 3:1  By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I
sought him, but I found him not.
 3:2  I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets,
and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I
sought him, but I found him not.
 3:3  The watchmen that go about the city found me: [to whom I
said], Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?
 3:4  [It was] but a little that I passed from them, but 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.
 3:5  I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes,
and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake
[my] love, till he please.
 3:6  Who [is] this that cometh out of the wilderness like
pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with
all powders of the merchant?
 3:7  Behold his bed, which [is] Solomon's; threescore valiant
men [are] about it, of the valiant of Israel.
 3:8  They all hold swords, [being] expert in war: every man
[hath] his sword upon his thigh because of fear in the night.
 3:9  King Solomon made himself a chariot of the wood of
Lebanon.
 3:10  He made the pillars thereof [of] silver, the bottom
thereof [of] gold, the covering of it [of] purple, the midst
thereof being paved [with] love, for the daughters of
Jerusalem.
 3:11  Go forth, O ye 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.

                        SONG OF SOLOMON 4
 4:1  Behold, thou [art] fair, my love; behold, thou [art]
fair; thou [hast] doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair [is]
as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.
 4:2  Thy teeth [are] like a flock [of sheep that are even]
shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear
twins, and none [is] barren among them.
 4:3  Thy lips [are] like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech
[is] comely: thy temples [are] like a piece of a pomegranate
within thy locks.
 4:4  Thy neck [is] like the tower of David builded for an
armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of
mighty men.
 4:5  Thy two breasts [are] like two young roes that are twins,
which feed among the lilies.
 4:6  Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will
get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of
frankincense.
 4:7  Thou [art] all fair, my love; [there is] no spot in thee.
 4:8  Come with me from Lebanon, [my] spouse, with me from
Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and
Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the
leopards.
 4:9  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.
 4:10  How fair is thy love, my sister, [my] spouse! how much
better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments
than all spices!
 4:11  Thy lips, O [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.
 4:12  A garden enclosed [is] my sister, [my] spouse; a spring
shut up, a fountain sealed.
 4:13  Thy plants [are] an orchard of pomegranates, with
pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
 4:14  Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all
trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief
spices:
 4:15  A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and
streams from Lebanon.
 4:16  Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my
garden, [that] the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved
come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.

                        SONG OF SOLOMON 5
 5:1  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, O beloved.
 5:2  I sleep, but my heart waketh: [it is] the voice of my
beloved that knocketh, [saying], Open to me, my sister, my
love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew,
[and] my locks with the drops of the night.
 5:3  I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have
washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
 5:4  My beloved put in his hand by the hole [of the door], and
my bowels were moved for him.
 5:5  I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped
[with] myrrh, and my fingers [with] sweet smelling myrrh, upon
the handles of the lock.
 5:6  I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn
himself, [and] was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought
him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no
answer.
 5:7  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.
 5:8  I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my
beloved, that ye tell him, that I [am] sick of love.
 5:9  What [is] thy beloved more than [another] beloved, O thou
fairest among women? what [is] thy beloved more than [another]
beloved, that thou dost so charge us?
 5:10  My beloved [is] white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten
thousand.
 5:11  His head [is as] the most fine gold, his locks [are]
bushy, [and] black as a raven.
 5:12  His eyes [are] as [the eyes] of doves by the rivers of
waters, washed with milk, [and] fitly set.
 5:13  His cheeks [are] as a bed of spices, [as] sweet flowers:
his lips [like] lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
 5:14  His hands [are as] gold rings set with the beryl: his
belly [is as] bright ivory overlaid [with] sapphires.
 5:15  His legs [are as] pillars of marble, set upon sockets of
fine gold: his countenance [is] as Lebanon, excellent as the
cedars.
 5:16  His mouth [is] most sweet: yea, he [is] altogether
lovely. This [is] my beloved, and this [is] my friend, O
daughters of Jerusalem.

                        SONG OF SOLOMON 6
 6:1  Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women?
whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with
thee.
 6:2  My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of
spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
 6:3  I [am] my beloved's, and my beloved [is] mine: he feedeth
among the lilies.
 6:4  Thou [art] beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as
Jerusalem, terrible as [an army] with banners.
 6:5  Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me:
thy hair [is] as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.
 6:6  Thy teeth [are] as a flock of sheep which go up from the
washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and [there is] not
one barren among them.
 6:7  As a piece of a pomegranate [are] thy temples within thy
locks.
 6:8  There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines,
and virgins without number.
 6:9  My dove, my undefiled is [but] one; she [is] the [only]
one of her mother, she [is] the choice [one] of her that bare
her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; [yea], the queens
and the concubines, and they praised her.
 6:10  Who [is] she [that] looketh forth as the morning, fair
as the moon, clear as the sun, [and] terrible as [an army] with
banners?
 6:11  I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of
the valley, [and] to see whether the vine flourished, [and] the
pomegranates budded.
 6:12  Or ever I was aware, my soul made me [like] the chariots
of Amminadib.
 6:13  Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may
look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulamite? As it were
the company of two armies.

                        SONG OF SOLOMON 7
 7:1  How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's
daughter! the joints of thy thighs [are] like jewels, the work
of the hands of a cunning workman.
 7:2  Thy navel [is like] a round goblet, [which] wanteth not
liquor: thy belly [is like] an heap of wheat set about with
lilies.
 7:3  Thy two breasts [are] like two young roes [that are]
twins.
 7:4  Thy neck [is] as a tower of ivory; thine eyes [like] the
fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose [is]
as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
 7:5  Thine head upon thee [is] like Carmel, and the hair of
thine head like purple; the king [is] held in the galleries.
 7:6  How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
 7:7  This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts
to clusters [of grapes].
 7:8  I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold
of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as
clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
 7:9  And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my
beloved, that goeth [down] sweetly, causing the lips of those
that are asleep to speak.
 7:10  I [am] my beloved's, and his desire [is] toward me.
 7:11  Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us
lodge in the villages.
 7:12  Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the
vine flourish, [whether] the tender grape appear, [and] the
pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.
 7:13  The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates [are] all
manner of pleasant [fruits], new and old, [which] I have laid
up for thee, O my beloved.

                        SONG OF SOLOMON 8
 8:1  O that thou [wert] as my brother, that sucked the breasts
of my mother! [when] I should find thee without, I would kiss
thee; yea, I should not be despised.
 8:2  I would lead thee, [and] bring thee into my mother's
house, [who] would instruct me: I would cause thee to drink of
spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.
 8:3  His left hand [should be] under my head, and his right
hand should embrace me.
 8:4  I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not
up, nor awake [my] love, until he please.
 8:5  Who [is] this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning
upon her beloved? I raised thee up under the apple tree: there
thy mother brought thee forth: there she brought thee forth
[that] bare thee.
 8:6  Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine
arm: for love [is] strong as death; jealousy [is] cruel as the
grave: the coals thereof [are] coals of fire, [which hath a]
most vehement flame.
 8:7  Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods
drown it: if [a] man would give all the substance of his house
for love, it would utterly be contemned.
 8:8  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?
 8:9  If she [be] a wall, we will build upon her a palace of
silver: and if she [be] a door, we will enclose her with boards
of cedar.
 8:10  I [am] a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in
his eyes as one that found favour.
 8:11  Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon; he let out the
vineyard unto keepers; every one for the fruit thereof was to
bring a thousand [pieces] of silver.
 8:12  My vineyard, which [is] mine, [is] before me: thou, O
Solomon, [must have] a thousand, and those that keep the fruit
thereof two hundred.
 8:13  Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions
hearken to thy voice: cause me to hear [it].
 8:14  Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to
a young hart upon the mountains of spices.