02 June - Song Of Solomon 1-8

Jude Fri Dec 28, 2018 11:46 pm

My soul doth magnify my YAH, and my spirit hath rejoiced in EL my Saviour; For HE that is mighty hath done to me great things; and Holy is HIS Name. Now unto HIM who is ever present in my helpless estate; who is able to keep me from falling and to present me faultless before the presence of His Glory with exceeding joy, unto the King Eternal, Immortal, Invisible, the only wise EL our Saviour be honour and glory and majesty, dominion and power both now and for ever Halleluyah!

SONG OF SOLOMON 1

1The song of songs, which is Shelomoh’s.

2Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, For your loves are better than wine.

3For fragrance your oils are good. Your name is oil poured fortha, Therefore the maidens love you.

4Draw me! We run after you. The sovereign has brought me into his inner rooms. We exult and rejoice in you. We praise your loves more than wine. Rightly do they love you.

5I am dark, but lovely, O daughters of Yerushalayim, Like the tents of Qĕḏar, Like the curtains of Shelomoh.

6Do not look upon me, because I am dark, Because the sun has tanned me. My mother’s sons were displeased with me. They made me the keeper of the vineyards, My own vineyard I have not kept.

7Make known to me, O you whom my being loves, Where you feed your flock, Where you make it rest at noon. For why should I be as one who is veiled Beside the flocks of your companions?

8If you do not know, O fairest among women, Go in the footsteps of the flock, And feed your little goats beside the shepherds’ dwellings.

9I have compared you, my love, To my filly among Pharaoh’s chariots.

10Your cheeks are pretty with ornaments, Your neck with strings of beads.

11Let us make you ornaments of gold with studs of silver.

12While the sovereign is at his table, My nard shall give its fragrance.

13My beloved is a bundle of myrrh to me, Lying between my breasts.

14My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blooms In the vineyards of Ěn Geḏi.

15See, you are fair, my love! See, you are fair! Your eyes are as doves.

16See, you are handsome, my beloved! Yea, pleasant! Also our bed is green.

17The beams of our houses are cedar, our rafters are of fir.

SONG OF SOLOMON 2

1I am the rose of Sharon, The lily of the valleys.

2Like a lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.

3Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest, So is my beloved among the sons. I delighted in his shade and sat down, And his fruit was sweet to my taste.

4He brought me to the house of wine, And his banner over me was love.

5“Strengthen me with raisin cakes, Refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love.”

6His left hand is under my head, And his right hand embraces me.

7I have put you under oath, O daughters of Yerushalayim, By the gazelles or by the does of the field, Do not stir up nor awaken love until it pleases.

8The voice of my beloved! See, he is coming, Leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.

9My beloved is like a gazelle or like a young stag. See, he is standing behind our wall, Looking through the windows, Peering through the lattice.

10My beloved responded and said to me, “Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

11“For look, the winter is past, the rain is over, gone.

12“The flowers have appeared in the earth; The time of singing has come, And the voice of the turtledove has been heard in our land.

13“The fig tree has ripened her figs, And the vines with the tender grapes have given a good fragrance. Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away!

14“O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the covering of the cliff, Let me see your appearance, Let me hear your voice; For your voice is sweet, And your appearance is lovely.”

15Catch the foxes for us, The little foxes that spoil the vines, And our vines are all blossom.

16My beloved is mine, and I am his. He feeds his flock among the lilies.

17Until the day breaks and the shadows have fled, Turn, my beloved, And be like a gazelle or a young stag On the mountains of Bether.

SONG OF SOLOMON 3

1On my bed at night I sought the beloved of my being; I sought him, but I did not find him.

2“Come, let me arise, and go about the city, In the streets and in the broad places I seek the beloved of my being.” I sought him, but I did not find him.

3The watchmen who go about the city found me, to whom I said, “Have you seen the beloved of my being?”

4Scarcely had I passed by them, When I found the beloved of my being. I held him and would not let him go, Until I had brought him to the house of my mother, And into the room of her who conceived me.

5I have put you under oath, O daughters of Yerushalayim, By the gazelles or by the does of the field, Do not stir up nor awaken love until it pleases.

6Who is this coming out of the wilderness Like columns of smoke, Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, From all the merchant’s fragrant powders?

7See, it is Shelomoh’s couch – Sixty mighty men are around it, Of the mighty men of Yisra’ĕl,

8All of them holding swords, Skilled in battle, Each one has his sword on his thigh Because of fear in the night.

9Sovereign Shelomoh made himself A litter of the wood of Leḇanon;

10He made its posts of silver, Its support of gold, its seat of purple, Within it was decked with love By the daughters of Yerushalayim.

11Go forth, O daughters of Tsiyon, And see Sovereign Shelomoh with the crown With which his mother crowned him on the day of his wedding, And on the day of his gladness of heart.

SONG OF SOLOMON 4

1See, you are fair, my love! See, you are fair! Your eyes are as doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats, Going down from Mount Gil‛aḏ.

2Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep Which have come up from the washing, All of them bear twins, and not one loses her young.

3Your lips are like a cord of scarlet, And your speech is lovely. Your cheeks behind your veil are like a piece of pomegranate.

4Your neck is like the tower of Dawiḏ, Built for an armoury, On which hang a thousand shields, All the armour of mighty men.

5Your two breasts are like two fawns, Twins of a gazelle, pasturing among the lilies.

6Until the day breaks and the shadows have fled, I shall go my way to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense.

7You are all fair, my love, and not a blemish is on you.

8Come with me from Leḇanon, My bride, with me from Leḇanon. Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Shenir and Ḥermon, From the dens of lions, From the mountains of the leopards.

9You have put heart into me, My sister, my bride; You have put heart into me With one glance of your eyes, With one bead of your necklace.

10How sweet have been your loves, My sister, my bride! How much better than wine are your loves, And the fragrance of your perfumes than all spices!

11Your lips, O my bride, drip as the honeycomb; Honey and milk are under your tongue. And the fragrance of your garments Is like the fragrance of Leḇanon.

12A garden locked is my sister, my bride, A fountain locked, a spring sealed up.

13Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates with pleasant fruits, With henna, nard,

14Nard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, With all the chief spices;

15A garden spring, A well of living waters, And streams from Leḇanon.

16Awake, O north wind, and come, O south! Blow upon my garden, let its spices flow out. Let my beloved come to his garden And eat its pleasant fruits.

SONG OF SOLOMON 5

1I have come to my garden, My sister, my bride; I have plucked 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, and drink deeply, O beloved ones!

2I was sleeping, But my heart was awake – the voice of my beloved! He knocks, “Open for me, my sister, My love, my dove, my perfect one; For my head is drenched with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.”

3I have taken off my robe, should I put it on? I have washed my feet, should I dirty them?

4My beloved put his hand by the latch, And my feelings were deeply moved for him.

5I rose to open for my beloved, And my hands dripped with myrrh, My fingers with flowing myrrh, On the handles of the lock.

6I opened for my beloved, But my beloved had turned away, had gone. My being went out when he spoke. I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

7The watchmen who went about the city found me. They struck me, they bruised me; The keepers of the walls lifted my veil from me.

8I have put you under oath, O daughters of Yerushalayim, If you find my beloved, That you inform him that I am faint with love!

9What kind of a beloved is your beloved, O fairest among women? What kind of a beloved is your beloved, That you have put us under oath?

10My beloved is dazzling and ruddy, Chief among ten thousand.

11His head is refined gold; His locks are wavy, black as a raven.

12His eyes are like doves by streams of waters, Washed with milk, and fitly set.

13His cheeks are like a bed of spices, Raised bed of scented plants. His lips are lilies, dripping flowing myrrh.

14His hands are rods of gold set with beryl. His body is carved ivory, covered with sapphires.

15His legs are columns of marble Founded on sockets of fine gold. His appearance is like Leḇanon, Choice as the cedars.

16His mouth is most sweet, And he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Yerushalayim!

SONG OF SOLOMON 6

1“Where has your beloved gone, O fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned aside? Let us seek him with you.”

2My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed his flock in the gardens, And to gather lilies.

3I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine. He feeds his flock among the lilies.

4O my love, you are as fair as Tirtsah, Lovely as Yerushalayim, Awesome as an army with banners!

5Turn your eyes away from me, Because they overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats That have hopped down from Gil‛aḏ.

6Your teeth are like a flock of sheep That have come up from the washing; All of them bear twins, And not one among them has lost her young.

7Your cheeks behind your veil are like a piece of pomegranate.

8There are sixty sovereignesses and eighty concubines, And innumerable maidens.

9My dove, my perfect one, Is the only one, the only one of her mother, The choice of the one who bore her. The daughters saw, and called her blessed, Sovereignesses and concubines, And they praised her.

10Who is she who shines forth as the morning, Fair as the moon, clear as the sun, Awesome as an army with banners?

11I went down to the garden of nuts To see the budding of the wadi, To see whether the vine had budded and the pomegranates had bloomed.

12I did not know, my desire made me as the chariots of my noble people.

13Return, return, O Shulammith; Return, return, and let us look upon you! Why should you look upon the Shulammith, As it were the dance of two armies?

SONG OF SOLOMON 7

1How fair are your feet in sandals, O daughter of a noble! The curves of your thighs are like ornaments, The work of a craftsman’s hands.

2Your navel is a rounded bowl Let it not lack mixed wine. Your body is a heap of wheat, Hedged about with lilies.

3Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.

4Your neck is like an ivory tower, Your eyes pools in Ḥeshbon By the gate of Bath Rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Leḇanon looking to Damascus.

5Your head upon you is like Mount Karmel, And the hair of your head like purple; The sovereign is held captive by the ringlets.

6How fair and how pleasant you are, O love, in delights!

7This stature of yours compares to a palm tree, And your breasts to clusters.

8I said, “Let me go up to the palm tree, Let me take hold of its tips.” And please, let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of your breath like apples,

9And your palate like the best wine, Going down smoothly for my beloved, Flowing gently, slumbering lips.

10I am my beloved’s, and his desire is toward me.

11Come, my beloved, let us go forth to the field; Let us stay in the villages.

12Let us get up early to the vineyards; Let us see whether the vine has budded, The grape blossoms have opened, The pomegranates have bloomed. There I give you my loves.

13The love-apples have given fragrance, And at our gates are all pleasant fruit, New and old, which I have laid up for you, my beloved.

SONG OF SOLOMON 8

1Who would make you a brother to me, Who nursed at my mother’s breasts! Should I find you outside, I would kiss you; I would not be despised.

2I would lead you, I would bring you into the house of my mother, She who has taught me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, Of the juice of my pomegranate.

3His left hand is under my head, And his right hand embraces me.

4I have put you under oath, O daughters of Yerushalayim, Do not stir up or awake love until it pleases.

5Who is this coming up from the wilderness, Leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I awakened you. There your mother was in labour with you; There she was in labour, gave birth to you.

6Set me as a seal upon your heart, As a seal upon your arm; For love is as strong as death, Jealousy as cruel as the grave; Its flames are flames of fire, a flame of Yah!

7Many waters are unable to extinguish love, And floods do not wash it away. If one would give all the wealth of his house for love, It would be utterly scorned.

8We have a little sister, and she has no breasts. What do we do for our sister in the day when she is spoken for?

9If she is a wall, we build upon her a battlement of silver. And if she is a door, we would enclose her with boards of cedar.

10I am a wall, and my breasts like towers; So I became in his eyes as one who found peace.

11Shelomoh had a vineyard in Ba‛al Hamon; He let out the vineyard to keepers; Each one was to bring for its fruit a thousand pieces of silver.

12My own vineyard is before me. O Shelomoh, a thousand belongs to you, And two hundred to those who keep its fruit.

13You who sit in the gardens, The companions listen for your voice; Let me hear it!

14Hurry, my beloved, And be like a gazelle or a young stag On the mountains of spices.