Bible, Ethician Version
Song of Solomon
 The song of
songs, which is Solomon's.
 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.
 Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.
 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.
 A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.
 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes.
 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.
 The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.
 I am the rose
of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
 As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
 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.
 He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
 Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.
 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
 The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
 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 beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
 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 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.
 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.
 Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
 My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.
 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.
 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.
 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.
 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.
 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
 Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.
 Thou hast ravished my heart, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.
 How fair is thy love, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!
 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.
 A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
 Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
 Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
 A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
 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.
 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.
 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.
 My beloved is
gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and
to gather lilies.
 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.
 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.
 Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
 This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
 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.
 I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.
 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
 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.
 Many waters
cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it.
 Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.