Bible, Ethician Version
Song of Solomon
Cant.1
[1] The song of
songs, which is Solomon's.
[2] Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better
than wine.
[3] Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment
poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.
[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.
[13] A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night
betwixt my breasts.
[15] Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast
doves' eyes.
[16] Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is
green.
[17] The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.
Cant.2
[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.
[4] He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was
love.
[5] Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.
[6] His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
[8] The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the
mountains, skipping upon the hills.
[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.
[10] My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one,
and come away.
[11] For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
[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;
[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.
[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.
[15] Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our
vines have tender grapes.
[16] My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the 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.
Cant.4
[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.
[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.
[9] Thou hast ravished my heart, 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 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.
Cant.5
[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.
Cant.6
[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.
Cant.7
[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.
[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.
[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.
Cant.8
[7] Many waters
cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it.
[14] Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young
hart upon the mountains of spices.