Chapter 22
Song of Songs
16 min read · 12 pages
1Solomon’s Song of Songs.
She
2Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth— for your love is more delightful than wine.
3Pleasing is the fragrance of your perfumes; your name is like perfume poured out.
No wonder the young women love you!
4Take me away with you—let us hurry!
Let the king bring me into his chambers.
Friends
We rejoice and delight in you; we will praise your love more than wine.
She
How right they are to adore you!
5Dark am I, yet lovely, daughters of Jerusalem, dark like the tents of Kedar, like the tent curtains of Solomon.
6Do not stare at me because I am dark, because I am darkened by the sun.
My mother’s sons were angry with me and made me take care of the vineyards; my own vineyard I had to neglect.
7Tell me, you whom I love, where you graze your flock and where you rest your sheep at midday.
Why should I be like a veiled woman beside the flocks of your friends?
Friends
8If you do not know, most beautiful of women, follow the tracks of the sheep and graze your young goats by the tents of the shepherds.
He
9I liken you, my darling, to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariot horses.
10Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings, your neck with strings of jewels.
11We will make you earrings of gold, studded with silver.
She
12While the king was at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.
13My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh resting between my breasts.
14My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi.
He
15How beautiful you are, my darling!
Oh, how beautiful!
Your eyes are doves.
She
16How handsome you are, my beloved!
Oh, how charming!
And our bed is verdant.
He
17The beams of our house are cedars; our rafters are firs.
She
1I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
He
2Like a lily among thorns is my darling among the young women.
She
3Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest is my beloved among the young men.
I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.
4Let him lead me to the banquet hall, and let his banner over me be love.
5Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love.
6His left arm is under my head, and his right arm embraces me.
7Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you by the gazelles and by the does of the field:
Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires.
8Listen! My beloved!
Look! Here he comes, leaping across the mountains, bounding over the hills.
9My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag.
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