Song of Solomon
Song of Solomon 1 (The Message)
1 The Song - best of all songs - Solomon's song! 2 Kiss me -
full on the mouth! Yes! For your love is better than wine, 3 headier than your
aromatic oils. The syllables of your name murmur like a meadow brook. No wonder
everyone loves to say your name! 4 Take me away with you! Let's run off
together! An elopement with my King-Lover! We'll celebrate, we'll sing, we'll
make great music. Yes! For your love is better than vintage wine. Everyone
loves you - of course! And why not? 5 I am weathered but still elegant, oh,
dear sisters in Jerusalem, Weather-darkened like Kedar desert tents,
time-softened like Solomon's Temple hangings. 6 Don't look down on me because
I'm dark, darkened by the sun's harsh rays. My brothers ridiculed me and sent
me to work in the fields. They made me care for the face of the earth, but I
had no time to care for my own face. 7 Tell me where you're working - I love
you so much - Tell me where you're tending your flocks, where you let them rest
at noontime. Why should I be the one left out, outside the orbit of your tender
care? 8 If you can't find me, loveliest of all women, it's all right. Stay with
your flocks. Lead your lambs to good pasture. Stay with your shepherd
neighbors. 9 You remind me of Pharaoh's well-groomed and satiny mares. 10
Pendant earrings line the elegance of your cheeks; strands of jewels illumine
the curve of your throat. 11 I'm making jewelry for you, gold and silver
jewelry that will mark and accent your beauty. 12 When my King-Lover lay down
beside me, my fragrance filled the room. 13 His head resting between my breasts
- the head of my lover was a sachet of sweet myrrh. 14 My beloved is a bouquet
of wildflowers picked just for me from the fields of Engedi. 15 Oh, my dear
friend! You're so beautiful! And your eyes so beautiful - like doves! 16 And
you, my dear lover - you're so handsome! And the bed we share is like a forest
glen. 17 We enjoy a canopy of cedars enclosed by cypresses, fragrant and green.
Song of Solomon 2 (The Message)
1 I'm just a wildflower picked from the plains of Sharon, a
lotus blossom from the valley pools. 2 A lotus blossoming in a swamp of weeds -
that's my dear friend among the girls in the village. 3 As an apricot tree
stands out in the forest, my lover stands above the young men in town. All I
want is to sit in his shade, to taste and savor his delicious love. 4 He took
me home with him for a festive meal, but his eyes feasted on me! 5 Oh! Give me
something refreshing to eat - and quickly! Apricots, raisins - anything. I'm
about to faint with love! 6 His left hand cradles my head, and his right arm
encircles my waist! 7 Oh, let me warn you, sisters in Jerusalem, by the
gazelles, yes, by all the wild deer: Don't excite love, don't stir it up, until
the time is ripe - and you're ready. 8 Look! Listen! There's my lover! Do you
see him coming? Vaulting the mountains, leaping the hills. 9 My lover is like a
gazelle, graceful; like a young stag, virile. Look at him there, on tiptoe at
the gate, all ears, all eyes - ready! 10 My lover has arrived and he's speaking
to me! Get up, my dear friend, fair and beautiful lover - come to me! 11 Look
around you: Winter is over; the winter rains are over, gone! 12 Spring flowers
are in blossom all over. The whole world's a choir - and singing! Spring
warblers are filling the forest with sweet arpeggios. 13 Lilacs are exuberantly
purple and perfumed, and cherry trees fragrant with blossoms. Oh, get up, dear
friend, my fair and beautiful lover - come to me! 14 Come, my shy and modest
dove - leave your seclusion, come out in the open. Let me see your face, let me
hear your voice. For your voice is soothing and your face is ravishing. 15 Then
you must protect me from the foxes, foxes on the prowl, Foxes who would like
nothing better than to get into our flowering garden. 16 My lover is mine, and
I am his. Nightly he strolls in our garden, Delighting in the flowers 17 until
dawn breathes its light and night slips away. Turn to me, dear lover. Come like
a gazelle. Leap like a wild stag on delectable mountains!
Song of Solomon 3 (The Message)
1 Restless in bed and sleepless through the night, I longed
for my lover. I wanted him desperately. His absence was painful. 2 So I got up,
went out and roved the city, hunting through streets and down alleys. I wanted
my lover in the worst way! I looked high and low, and didn't find him. 3 And
then the night watchmen found me as they patrolled the darkened city.
"Have you seen my dear lost love?" I asked. 4 No sooner had I left
them than I found him, found my dear lost love. I threw my arms around him and
held him tight, wouldn't let him go until I had him home again, safe at home
beside the fire. 5 Oh, let me warn you, sisters in Jerusalem, by the gazelles,
yes, by all the wild deer: Don't excite love, don't stir it up, until the time
is ripe - and you're ready. 6 What's this I see, approaching from the desert,
raising clouds of dust, Filling the air with sweet smells and pungent
aromatics? 7 Look! It's Solomon's carriage, carried and guarded by sixty
soldiers, sixty of Israel's finest, 8 All of them armed to the teeth, trained
for battle, ready for anything, anytime. 9 King Solomon once had a carriage
built from fine-grained Lebanon cedar. 10 He had it framed with silver and
roofed with gold. The cushions were covered with a purple fabric, the interior
lined with tooled leather. 11 Come and look, sisters in Jerusalem. Oh, sisters
of Zion, don't miss this! My King-Lover, dressed and garlanded for his wedding,
his heart full, bursting with joy!
Song of Solomon 4 (The Message)
1 You're so beautiful, my darling, so beautiful, and your
dove eyes are veiled By your hair as it flows and shimmers, like a flock of
goats in the distance streaming down a hillside in the sunshine. 2 Your smile
is generous and full - expressive and strong and clean. 3 Your lips are jewel
red, your mouth elegant and inviting, your veiled cheeks soft and radiant. 4
The smooth, lithe lines of your neck command notice - all heads turn in awe and
admiration! 5 Your breasts are like fawns, twins of a gazelle, grazing among
the first spring flowers. 6 The sweet, fragrant curves of your body, the soft,
spiced contours of your flesh Invite me, and I come. I stay until dawn breathes
its light and night slips away. 7 You're beautiful from head to toe, my dear
love, beautiful beyond compare, absolutely flawless. 8 Come with me from
Lebanon, my bride. Leave Lebanon behind, and come. Leave your high mountain
hideaway. Abandon your wilderness seclusion, Where you keep company with lions
and panthers guard your safety. 9 You've captured my heart, dear friend. You
looked at me, and I fell in love. One look my way and I was hopelessly in love!
10 How beautiful your love, dear, dear friend - far more pleasing than a fine,
rare wine, your fragrance more exotic than select spices. 11 The kisses of your
lips are honey, my love, every syllable you speak a delicacy to savor. Your
clothes smell like the wild outdoors, the ozone scent of high mountains. 12
Dear lover and friend, you're a secret garden, a private and pure fountain. 13
Body and soul, you are paradise, a whole orchard of succulent fruits - Ripe
apricots and peaches, oranges and pears; Nut trees and cinnamon, and all
scented woods; 14 Mint and lavender, and all herbs aromatic; 15 A garden
fountain, sparkling and splashing, fed by spring waters from the Lebanon
mountains. 16 Wake up, North Wind, get moving, South Wind! Breathe on my
garden, fill the air with spice fragrance. Oh, let my lover enter his garden!
Yes, let him eat the fine, ripe fruits.
Song of Solomon 5 (The Message)
1 I went to my garden, dear friend, best lover! breathed the
sweet fragrance. I ate the fruit and honey, I drank the nectar and wine.
Celebrate with me, friends! Raise your glasses - "To life! To love!"
2 I was sound asleep, but in my dreams I was wide awake. Oh, listen! It's the
sound of my lover knocking, calling! "Let me in, dear companion, dearest
friend, my dove, consummate lover! I'm soaked with the dampness of the night,
drenched with dew, shivering and cold." 3 "But I'm in my nightgown -
do you expect me to get dressed? I'm bathed and in bed - do you want me to get
dirty?" 4 But my lover wouldn't take no for an answer, and the longer he
knocked, the more excited I became. 5 I got up to open the door to my lover,
sweetly ready to receive him, Desiring and expectant as I turned the door
handle. 6 But when I opened the door he was gone. My loved one had tired of
waiting and left. And I died inside - oh, I felt so bad! I ran out looking for
him But he was nowhere to be found. I called into the darkness - but no answer.
7 The night watchmen found me as they patrolled the streets of the city. They
slapped and beat and bruised me, ripping off my clothes, These watchmen, who
were supposed to be guarding the city. 8 I beg you, sisters in Jerusalem - if
you find my lover, Please tell him I want him, that I'm heartsick with love for
him. 9 What's so great about your lover, fair lady? What's so special about him
that you beg for our help? 10 My dear lover glows with health - red-blooded,
radiant! He's one in a million. There's no one quite like him! 11 My golden
one, pure and untarnished, with raven black curls tumbling across his
shoulders. 12 His eyes are like doves, soft and bright, but deep-set, brimming
with meaning, like wells of water. 13 His face is rugged, his beard smells like
sage, His voice, his words, warm and reassuring. 14 Fine muscles ripple beneath
his skin, quiet and beautiful. His torso is the work of a sculptor, hard and
smooth as ivory. 15 He stands tall, like a cedar, strong and deep-rooted, A rugged
mountain of a man, aromatic with wood and stone. 16 His words are kisses, his
kisses words. Everything about him delights me, thrills me through and through!
That's my lover, that's my man, dear Jerusalem sisters.
Song of Solomon 6 (The Message)
1 So where has this love of yours gone, fair one? Where on
earth can he be? Can we help you look for him? 2 Never mind. My lover is
already on his way to his garden, to browse among the flowers, touching the
colors and forms. 3 I am my lover's and my lover is mine. He caresses the
sweet-smelling flowers. 4 Dear, dear friend and lover, you're as beautiful as
Tirzah, city of delights, Lovely as Jerusalem, city of dreams, the ravishing
visions of my ecstasy. 5 Your beauty is too much for me - I'm in over my head. I'm
not used to this! I can't take it in. Your hair flows and shimmers like a flock
of goats in the distance streaming down a hillside in the sunshine. 6 Your
smile is generous and full - expressive and strong and clean. 7 Your veiled
cheeks are soft and radiant. 8 There's no one like her on earth, never has
been, never will be. 9 She's a woman beyond compare. My dove is perfection,
Pure and innocent as the day she was born, and cradled in joy by her mother.
Everyone who came by to see her exclaimed and admired her - All the fathers and
mothers, the neighbors and friends, blessed and praised her: 10 "Has
anyone ever seen anything like this - dawn-fresh, moon-lovely, sun-radiant,
ravishing as the night sky with its galaxies of stars?" 11 One day I went
strolling through the orchard, looking for signs of spring, Looking for buds
about to burst into flower, anticipating readiness, ripeness. 12 Before I knew
it my heart was raptured, carried away by lofty thoughts! 13 Dance, dance, dear
Shulammite, Angel-Princess! Dance, and we'll feast our eyes on your grace!
Everyone wants to see the Shulammite dance her victory dances of love and
peace.
Song of Solomon 7 (The Message)
1 Shapely and graceful your sandaled feet, and queenly your
movement - Your limbs are lithe and elegant, the work of a master artist. 2
Your body is a chalice, wine-filled. Your skin is silken and tawny like a field
of wheat touched by the breeze. 3 Your breasts are like fawns, twins of a
gazelle. 4 Your neck is carved ivory, curved and slender. Your eyes are wells
of light, deep with mystery. Quintessentially feminine! Your profile turns all
heads, commanding attention. 5 The feelings I get when I see the high mountain
ranges - stirrings of desire, longings for the heights - Remind me of you, and I'm
spoiled for anyone else! 6 Your beauty, within and without, is absolute, dear
lover, close companion. 7 You are tall and supple, like the palm tree, and your
full breasts are like sweet clusters of dates. 8 I say, "I'm going to
climb that palm tree! I'm going to caress its fruit!" Oh yes! Your breasts
will be clusters of sweet fruit to me, Your breath clean and cool like fresh
mint, 9 your tongue and lips like the best wine. Yes, and yours are, too - my
love's kisses flow from his lips to mine. 10 I am my lover's. I'm all he wants.
I'm all the world to him! 11 Come, dear lover - let's tramp through the
countryside. 12 Let's sleep at some wayside inn, then rise early and listen to
bird-song. Let's look for wildflowers in bloom, blackberry bushes blossoming white,
Fruit trees festooned with cascading flowers. And there I'll give myself to
you, my love to your love! 13 Love-apples drench us with fragrance, fertility
surrounds, suffuses us, Fruits fresh and preserved that I've kept and saved
just for you, my love.
Song of Solomon 8 (The Message)
1 I wish you'd been my twin brother, sharing with me the
breasts of my mother, Playing outside in the street, kissing in plain view of
everyone, and no one thinking anything of it. 2 I'd take you by the hand and
bring you home where I was raised by my mother. You'd drink my wine and kiss my
cheeks. 3 Imagine! His left hand cradling my head, his right arm around my
waist! 4 Oh, let me warn you, sisters in Jerusalem: Don't excite love, don't
stir it up, until the time is ripe - and you're ready. The Chorus 5 Who is this
I see coming up from the country, arm in arm with her lover? I found you under
the apricot tree, and woke you up to love. Your mother went into labor under
that tree, and under that very tree she bore you. 6 Hang my locket around your
neck, wear my ring on your finger. Love is invincible facing danger and death.
Passion laughs at the terrors of hell. The fire of love stops at nothing - it
sweeps everything before it. 7 Flood waters can't drown love, torrents of rain
can't put it out. Love can't be bought, love can't be sold - it's not to be
found in the marketplace. 8 My brothers used to worry about me: "Our
little sister has no breasts. What shall we do with our little sister when men
come asking for her? 9 She's a virgin and vulnerable, and we'll protect her. If
they think she's a wall, we'll top it with barbed wire. If they think she's a
door, we'll barricade it." 10 Dear brothers, I'm a walled-in virgin still,
but my breasts are full - And when my lover sees me, he knows he'll soon be
satisfied. 11 King Solomon may have vast vineyards in lush, fertile country,
Where he hires others to work the ground. People pay anything to get in on that
bounty. 12 But my vineyard is all mine, and I'm keeping it to myself. You can
have your vast vineyards, Solomon, you and your greedy guests! 13 Oh, lady of
the gardens, my friends are with me listening. Let me hear your voice! 14 Run
to me, dear lover. Come like a gazelle. Leap like a wild stag on the spice
mountains.
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