Song of Solomon 1 — ULB
1The Song of Songs, which is Solomon's.2Oh, that he would kiss me with the kisses of his mouth,The woman speaking to the manfor your love is better than wine.
3Your anointing oils have a delightful fragrance;
your name is like flowing perfume,
so the young women love you.
4Take me with you, and we will run.The woman speaking to herselfThe king has brought me into his rooms.The woman speaking to the manWe are glad; We rejoice about you;
let us celebrate your love; it is better than wine.
It is natural for the other women to adore you.5I am dark but lovely,
you daughters of Jerusalem—
dark like the tents of Kedar,
lovely like the curtains of Solomon.
6Do not 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,
but my own vineyard I have not kept.7Tell me, you whom my soul loves,
where do you feed your flock?
Where do you rest your flock at noontime?
Why should I be like someone who wanders
beside the flocks of your companions?The man speaking to the woman8If you do not know, most beautiful among women,
follow the tracks of my flock,
and pasture your young goats near the shepherds' tents.
9I compare you, my love,
to a mare among Pharaoh's chariot horses.
10Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments,
your neck with strings of jewels.
11We will make for you gold ornaments
with silver studs.12While the king lay on his couch,
my nard emitted its fragrance.
13My beloved is to me like a bag of myrrh
that spends the night lying between my breasts.
14My beloved is to me like a cluster of henna flowers
in the vineyards of En Gedi.15Listen, you are beautiful, my love;
listen, you are beautiful;
your eyes are doves.The woman speaking to the man16Listen, you are handsome, my beloved, how handsome.
The lush plants are our bed.
17The beams of our house are cedars;
our rafters are firs.
3Your anointing oils have a delightful fragrance;
your name is like flowing perfume,
so the young women love you.
4Take me with you, and we will run.The woman speaking to herselfThe king has brought me into his rooms.The woman speaking to the manWe are glad; We rejoice about you;
let us celebrate your love; it is better than wine.
It is natural for the other women to adore you.5I am dark but lovely,
you daughters of Jerusalem—
dark like the tents of Kedar,
lovely like the curtains of Solomon.
6Do not 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,
but my own vineyard I have not kept.7Tell me, you whom my soul loves,
where do you feed your flock?
Where do you rest your flock at noontime?
Why should I be like someone who wanders
beside the flocks of your companions?The man speaking to the woman8If you do not know, most beautiful among women,
follow the tracks of my flock,
and pasture your young goats near the shepherds' tents.
9I compare you, my love,
to a mare among Pharaoh's chariot horses.
10Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments,
your neck with strings of jewels.
11We will make for you gold ornaments
with silver studs.12While the king lay on his couch,
my nard emitted its fragrance.
13My beloved is to me like a bag of myrrh
that spends the night lying between my breasts.
14My beloved is to me like a cluster of henna flowers
in the vineyards of En Gedi.15Listen, you are beautiful, my love;
listen, you are beautiful;
your eyes are doves.The woman speaking to the man16Listen, you are handsome, my beloved, how handsome.
The lush plants are our bed.
17The beams of our house are cedars;
our rafters are firs.