Sunday, September 04, 2011

The Song of Solomon, King James Version

The Song of Solomon, King James Version, The Holy Bible, Thomas Nelson Publishers, Nashville 1984.

Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee. (1,3)

A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts. (1, 13)

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 be with apples: for I am sick of love.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me. (2, 3-6)

O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, … (2, 14)

Who is this that cometh out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, … (3, 6)

…thy hair is as a flock of goats, … (4, 1)

Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: …(4,3)

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. (4, 11)

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. (4, 16)

His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. (5, 15)

There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number. (6, 8)

Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth liquor: (7,2)

And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those tha are asleep to speak. (7, 9)

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. (8, 6)

Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices. (8, 14)


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