The Song of Solomon, also known as the Song of Songs, is a poetic and passionate dialogue between two lovers, celebrating the beauty of love and desire. Through vivid imagery and metaphors, it explores themes of longing, intimacy, and mutual admiration. The book highlights the joy and depth of romantic love, often interpreted as an allegory for God's love for His people. It encourages readers to appreciate the sacredness of love and the importance of emotional and physical connection in relationships.
1. The song of songs, which is Solomon’s.2. Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for your love is better than wine.3. Because of the smell of your good ointments your name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love you.
1. I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.2. As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.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.
1. By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loves: I sought him, but I found him not.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 loves: I sought him, but I found him not.3. The watchmen that go about the city found me: to whom I said, Saw you him whom my soul loves?
1. Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves’ eyes within your locks: your hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.2. Your 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.3. Your lips are like a thread of scarlet, and your speech is comely: your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within your locks.
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, yes, drink abundantly, O beloved. ¶2. I sleep, but my heart wakes: it is the voice of my beloved that knocks, 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.3. I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
1. Where is your beloved gone, O you fairest among women? where is your beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with you.2. My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.3. I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine: he feeds among the lilies. ¶
1. How beautiful are your feet with shoes, O prince’s daughter! the joints of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.2. Your navel is like a round goblet, which wants not liquor: your belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.3. Your two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
1. O that you were as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! when I should find you without, I would kiss you; yes, I should not be despised.2. I would lead you, and bring you into my mother’s house, who would instruct me: I would cause you to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.3. His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.
