[Songs 1]
1:1 The Song of songs, which is by Solomon.
1:2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; For thy love is better than wine.
1:3 Thine oils have a goodly fragrance; Thy name is as oil poured forth; Therefore do the 1virgins love thee.

1Or, maidens
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 make mention of thy love more than of wine: 2Rightly do they love thee.
2Or, In uprightness do they love thee. or,  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 swarthy, Because the sun hath 3scorched me. My mother’s sons were incensed against me; They made me keeper of the vineyards; But mine own vineyard have I not kept.
3Or, looked upon me.
1:7 Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, Where thou feedest thy flock, where thou makest it to rest at noon: For why should I be as one that is veiled Beside the flocks of thy companions?
1:8 If thou know not, O thou the 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 4my love, 5To a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots.
4Or, my friend (and so throughout)
5Or, To the steeds or, To my steed
1:10 Thy cheeks are comely with plaits of hair, Thy neck with strings of jewels.
1:11 We will make thee plaits of gold With studs of silver.
1:12 While the king sat at his table, My spikenard sent forth its fragrance.
1:13 My beloved is unto me as a 6bundle of myrrh, That lieth betwixt my breasts.
6Or, bag
1:14 My beloved is unto me as a cluster of 7henna-flowers In the vineyards of En-gedi.
7Hb. kopher
1:15 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; 8Thine eyes are as doves.
8Or, Thou hast doves’ eyes.
1:16 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yes, pleasant: Also our couch is green.
1:17 The beams of our 9house are 10cedars, and our rafters are 11firs.
9Or, houses
10Or, of cedar, And our rafters are of fir.
11Or, cypresses.
[Songs 2]
2:1 I am a 12rose of 13Sharon, A lily of the valleys.
12Hb. chabatz tzeleth, the autumn crocus.
13Or, the plain,
2:2 As a lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.
2:3 As the apple-tree among trees of the wood, So is my beloved among the sons. I 14sat down under his shadow with great delight, And his fruit was sweet to my taste.
14Hb. delighted and sat down under his shadow,
2:4 He brought me to the 15banqueting-house, And his banner over me was love.
15Hb. house of wine,
2:5 Stay ye me with 16raisins, refresh me with apples; For I am sick from love.
16Hb. the cakes of raisins,
2:6 17His left hand is under my head, And his right hand doth embrace me.
17Or, Let his left hand be under my head,
2:7 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the 18roes, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, Until 19it please.
18Or, gazelles,
19Lit. she or, he or, it be pleasing.
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 in at the windows; He glanceth 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 20singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;
20Or, pruning of vines is come,
2:13 The fig-tree ripeneth her green figs, And the vines are in blossom; They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
2:14 O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the steep place, 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, 21the little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in blossom.
21So Massoretic, Aram. But some Massoretic mss. 4QCantb Sept. (Vg.) omit the little foxes
2:16 My beloved is mine, and I am his: He feedeth his flock among the lilies.
2:17 22Until the day 23be cool, and the shadows flee away, Turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart Upon the 24mountains of 25Bether.
22Or, While the day is cool, And in ch. 4:6.
23Or, break, Hb. breathe
24Or, mountains of separation.
25Perhaps the spice malobathron.
[Songs 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 said, 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, When 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 adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, Until 26it please.
26Or, she or, he or, until it please him.
3:6 Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness like pillars of smoke, Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, With all powders of the merchant?
3:7 Behold, it is the litter of Solomon; Sixty mighty men are about it, Of the mighty men of Israel.
3:8 They all handle the sword, and are expert in war: Every man hath his sword upon his thigh, Because of fear in the night.
3:9 King Solomon made himself a 27palanquin Of the wood of Lebanon.
27Or, car of state Sept., Vg. read litter
3:10 He made the pillars thereof of silver, The bottom thereof of gold, the seat of it of purple, The midst thereof being 28paved with love, From the daughters of Jerusalem.
28Or, inlaid
3:11 Go forth, O ye daughters of Zion, and behold king Solomon, With the crown wherewith his mother hath crowned him in the day of his espousals, And in the day of the gladness of his heart.
[Songs 4]
4:1 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; 29Thine eyes are as doves behind thy 30veil. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That 31lie along the side of mount Gilead.
29Or, Thou hast doves’ eyes behind thy veil.
30Or, locks.
31Or, appear on mount Gilead.
4:2 Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes that are newly shorn, Which are come up from the washing, 32Whereof every one hath twins, And none is bereaved among them.
32Or, Which are all of them in pairs,
4:3 Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, And thy 33mouth is comely. Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil.
33Or, speech
4:4 Thy neck is like the tower of David builded 34for an armory, Whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, All the shields of the mighty men.
34Or, with turrets,
4:5 Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a 35roe, Which feed among the lilies.
35Or, gazelle,
4:6 Until the day be cool, 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; And there is no spot in thee.
4:8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, With me from Lebanon: 36Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the lions’ dens, From the mountains of the leopards.
36Or, Go
4:9 Thou hast 37ravished my heart, my sister, my bride; Thou hast ravished my heart with 38one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.
37Or, given me courage, (both places)
38Or, one look from thine eyes,
4:10 How fair is thy love, my sister, my bride! How much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine oils than all manner of spices!
4:11 Thy lips, O my bride, 39drop as the honeycomb: Honey and milk are under thy tongue; And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
39Or, drop honey:
4:12 A garden 40shut up is my sister, my bride; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
40Hb. barred (both places)
4:13 Thy shoots are 41an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits; Henna with spikenard plants,
41Or, a paradise
4:14 Spikenard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.
4:15 Thou art a fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, And flowing 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 precious fruits.
[Songs 5]
5:1 I am come into my garden, my sister, my bride: I have gathered my myrrh with my 42spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends; Drink, yes, drink abundantly, 43O beloved.
42Or, balsam;
43Or, of love.
5:2 I 44was asleep, but my heart waked: It is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my 45undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.
44Or, sleep, but my heart waketh:
45Hb. perfect;
5:3 I have put off my garment; 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 46heart was moved for him.
46Hb. bowels
5:5 I rose up to open to my beloved; And my hands dripped with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the bolt.
5:6 I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had 47withdrawn himself, and was gone. My soul 48had failed me when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
47Or, turned away,
48Hb. went forth when he spake:
5:7 The watchmen that go about the city found me, They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my 49mantle from me.
49Or, veil
5:8 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, 50That ye tell him, that I am sick from love.
50Hb. What will ye tell him? That I am sick from 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 adjure us?
5:10 My beloved is white and ruddy, 51The chiefest among ten thousand.
51Hb. Marked out by a banner among ten thousand.
5:11 His head is as the most fine gold; His locks are 52bushy, and black as a raven.
52Or, curling,
5:12 His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, Washed with milk, and 53fitly set.
53Or, sitting by full streams.
5:13 His cheeks are as a bed of 54spices, as 55banks of sweet herbs: His lips are as lilies, dripping liquid myrrh.
54Or, the balsam,
55Or, towers of perfumes:
5:14 His hands are as 56rings of gold set with 57beryl: His body is as 58ivory work 59overlaid with sapphires.
56Or, cylinders
57Or, the topaz:
58Or, bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
59Or, encrusted
5:15 His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: His aspect is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
5:16 His 60mouth is most sweet; yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
60Or, speech Hb. palate
[Songs 6]
6:1 Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned him, That we may seek him with thee?
6:2 My beloved is gone down to his garden, to the beds of 61spices, To feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
61Or, the balsam,
6:3 I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine: He feedeth his flock among the lilies.
6:4 Thou art fair, O my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Formidable as an army with 62banners.
62Hb. the bannered hosts.
6:5 Turn away thine eyes from me, For they 63have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of Gilead.
63Or, make me afraid.
6:6 Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, Which are come up from the washing; Whereof every one hath twins, And none is bereaved among them.
6:7 Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil.
6:8 There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, And 64virgins without number.
64Or, maidens
6:9 My dove, my 65undefiled, is but one; She is the only one of her mother; She is the 66choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; Yes, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
65Hb. perfect
66Or, pure And in vs. 10.
6:10 Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, Fair as the moon, 67Choice as the sun, Formidable as an army with banners?
67Or, Clear or possibly, Bright
6:11 I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the green plants of the valley, To see whether the vine budded, And the pomegranates were in flower.
6:12 Before I was aware, my 68soul 69set me Among the chariots of my 70noble people.
68Or, desire Hb. nephesh
69Or, made me like the chariots of Ammi nadib.
70Or, willing people.
6:13 Return, return, O Shulammite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. Why will ye look upon the Shulammite, As upon the dance 71of Mahanaim?
71Or, of the two companies
[Songs 7]
7:1 How beautiful are thy 72feet in sandals, O prince’s daughter! Thy rounded thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of a skilful workman.
72Or, steps
7:2 Thy body is like a round goblet, Wherein no mingled wine is wanting: Thy waist is like a heap of wheat Set about with lilies.
7:3 Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe.
7:4 Thy neck is like the tower of ivory; Thine eyes as the pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon Which looketh toward Damascus.
7:5 Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thy head like purple; The king is held captive in the tresses thereof.
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 its clusters.
7:8 I said, I will climb up into the palm-tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof: Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, And the smell of thy 73breath like apples,
73Hb. nose
7:9 And thy 74mouth like the best wine, That goeth down 75smoothly for my beloved, 76Causing the lips of those that are asleep 77to speak.
74Hb. palate
75Hb. aright
76Or, Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.
77Or, to move.
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 whether the vine hath budded, and 78its blossom is open, And the pomegranates are in flower: There will I give thee my love.
78Or, the tender grape appear,
7:13 The mandrakes give forth fragrance; And 79at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, Which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
79Or, over
[Songs 8]
8:1 Oh that thou wert as my brother, That sucked the breasts of my mother! When I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; Yes, and none would despise me.
8:2 I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother’s house, 80Who would instruct me; I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine, Of the 81juice of my pomegranate.
80Or, That thou mightest instruct me;
81Or, sweet wine of my pomegranate.
8:3 His left hand should be under my head, And his right hand should embrace me.
8:4 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, 82That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, Until 83it please.
82Hb. Why should ye stir up? or why awake etc.
83Or, she or, he
8:5 Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, Leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple-tree I awakened thee: There thy mother was in travail with thee, There was she in travail 84that brought thee forth.
84Or, and
8:6 Set me as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thine arm: For love is strong as death; Jealousy is 85cruel as Sheol; The flashes thereof are flashes of fire, 86A very flame of 87Jehovah.
85Hb. hard
86Or, A most vehement flame
87Hb. Jah
8:7 Many waters cannot quench love, Neither can floods drown it: If a man would give all the substance of his house for love, 88He would utterly be despised.
88Or, It
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 89a turret of silver: And if she be a door, We will enclose her with boards of cedar.
89Or, battlements of silver:
8:10 I 90am a wall, and my breasts like the towers thereof: Then was I in his eyes as one that found peace.
90Or, was
8:11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon; 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, shalt have the thousand, And those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.
8:13 Thou that dwellest in the gardens, The companions hearken 91for thy voice: Cause me to hear it.
91Or, to
8:14 92Make haste, my beloved, And be thou like to a 93roe or to a young hart Upon the mountains of spices.
92Hb. Flee,
93Or, gazelle