Song of Solomon (Translated)

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Contents

Chapter 1

Verse King James Version Proposed Conservative Translation Analysis
1 The song of songs, which is Solomon's. The most beautiful song from Solomon
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine. Just kiss me with your lips... Your love is so pleasurable, even better than wine it is clear the woman has begun speaking. she is a country girl (shulamite maiden)
3 Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee. Pleasurable also is the fragrance of your perfume. You are a fragrant balm yourself; no wonder that the maidens love you! "the virgins" refers to other maidens
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. Make me yours, don’t lose any more time! Take me to your bedroom, my king! Let’s rejoice and delight together. Let’s celebrate your love, which is much better than wine. There are more than enough reasons to love you!
5 I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon. I am black, but I am beautiful. Black as the tents of Kedar, beautiful like the pavilions of Solomon.
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. Don’t look at my dark complexion, and forget that the sun tanned my skin. My brothers got mad at me, and they forced me to look after the vineyards. But I neglected my own vineyard!
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? So tell me, my love: Where do you feed your herds? Where do you make them rest at noon? Why should I wander among the herds of your friends?
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. If you don’t know it, fairest among women, just go after the trail of the herds, and feed your goats besides the shepherds homes. Here the man begins speaking
9 I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots. You remind me to those fine horses that pull the pharaoh chariot.
10 Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold. Your cheeks look more beautiful than any of your jewels, and your neck stands out from the gold collars that surround it!
11 We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver. We will make gold and silver jewels for you!
12 While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof. As the king is sitting at the table, my perfume spreads its fragrance. Here the woman is taling again
13 A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts. My loved man is for me as a little sac of myrrh that sleeps between my breasts.
14 My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of En-gedi. My loved man is for me like a bouquet of orange blossoms, from the vineyards of En-gedi.
15 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes. You are so beautiful my love, so beautiful! Your eyes are more charming than a dove! The man speaks again
16 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green. You are so beautiful, my love! So charming! A carpet of green grass and flowers is our bed
17 The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir. The walls of our house are the cedars, and the cypresses are our roof.

Chapter 2

Verse King James Version Proposed Conservative Translation Analysis
1 I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys. I am a the rose from Saron, and the lily of the valleys
2 As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters. As a lily among thorns is my loved girl among other women
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. As an apple tree among a forest is my loved man among other men. I love to sit under his shadow, his fruit is sweet to my taste.
4 He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love. He took me to the banquetinng house, and over me he raised his love flag.


5 Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love. Make me strong with raisins, sustain me with apples, because I am sick of love!
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me. His left hand is under my head, and his right arm embraces me!
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. I beg you, women from Jerusalem, in the name of the gazelles and the deer from the forest, that you don’t bother my loved girl, let her sleep until she wants to awake.
8 The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills. The voice of my loved man! Look at him, he is coming! Jumping through the hills, hopping through the mountains!
9 My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice. My loved man is like a deer. Look at him, standing beneath our wall, spying through the windows, watching through the lattices!
10 My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. My loved man spoke and told me: “Get up, my love, come with me, beautiful woman!”
11 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; Look, the winter is gone, and with it, also has gone the rain!
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; The flowers are blooming in the country; it is the time to sing! You can hear throughout our land the music of the nightingales!
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. The fig tree is giving its first fruits, and the vineyards are spreading their fragrance. Get up, my love, come with me, beautiful woman!
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. My dove, you who hide in the cracks of the rocks, in the clef of the mountains, show me your face, let me hear your voice; Your voice is so pleasant, and your face so beautiful!
15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes. Catch those foxes, those little foxes that destroy our vineyards, our vineyards in full blossom!
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies. My loved man is mine, and I am his, he feeds his herds among lilies.
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. Before the day breaks, and the shadows fade away, come back to me, my love. Run like a deer through the steep hills.

Chapter 3

Verse King James Version Proposed Conservative Translation Analysis
1 By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not. At night, on my bed, I seek for the love of my life; I seek, but I can’t find it.
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. I get up, and search through the city, through its streets and markets, looking for the love of my life. I seek but I can’t find it!
3 The watchmen that go about the city found me: to whom I said, Saw ye him whom my soul loveth? The guards find me while they patrol the city. I ask them: "Have you seen the love of my life?"
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. As soon as I leave them, I find the love of my life. I hug him and without releasing him, I take him to my mother's house, to the bedroom where she conceived me.
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. I would ask, women of Jerusalem, in the name of the gazelles and deer of the forest, do not disturb my beloved, until he wants to be awakened.
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? Who is this that goes through the desert like a plume of smoke, spreading aromas of myrrh and frankincense, spreading the fragrance of exotic perfumes?
7 Behold his bed, which is Solomon's; threescore valiant men are about it, of the valiant of Israel. Look! There goes Solomon's carriage! It comes escorted by sixty warriors selected from among the bravest of Israel.
8 They all hold swords, being expert in war: every man hath his sword upon his thigh because of fear in the night. They carry swords, and have been trained for combat; each of them carry a sword in his belt, because the night is dangerous, and they need weapons to defend themselves and the king.
9 King Solomon made himself a chariot of the wood of Lebanon. Solomon built the carriage himself with fine woods from Lebanon.
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. The columns were made of silver, the frames were made of gold. The seats were upholstered with purple fabric and the interior was decorated with great care by the daughters of Jerusalem.
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. Get out, women of Zion; Contemplate the King Solomon! He wears the crown that his mother made him. The day he married, was the day his heart received its greatest gift.


Chapter 4

Verse King James Version Proposed Conservative Translation Analysis
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.
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.
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 Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
5 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
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.
7 Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.
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.
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.
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!
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.
12 A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
13 Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
14 Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
15 A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
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.


Chapter 5

Verse King James Version Proposed Conservative Translation Analysis
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.
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.
3 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.
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.
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.
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.
8 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.
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?
10 My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.
11 His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
12 His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
14 His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
15 His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
16 His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.


Chapter 6

Verse King James Version Proposed Conservative Translation Analysis
1 Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.
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 feedeth among the lilies.
4 Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
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 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.
7 As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.
8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.
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.
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?
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.
12 Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.
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.


Chapter 7

Verse King James Version Proposed Conservative Translation Analysis
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.
2 Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
3 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
4 Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
5 Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.
6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
7 This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
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;
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.
10 I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
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.
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.


Chapter 8

Verse King James Version Proposed Conservative Translation Analysis
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.
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.
3 His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.
4 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.
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.
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.
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 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?
9 If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she be a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favour.
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.
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.
13 Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: cause me to hear it.
14 Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.
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