Song of Songs
Author: Solomon (1:1).Time of Writing: Around 1000 B.C.Place of Writing: Jerusalem. |
For yourS.S.|1:3|-|Your anointing oils have a pleasant|c|love is better than wine.
Your name is like ointment poured forth;Therefore the
We will be glad andWe will|3|rejoice in you;
Rightly do they love you.S.S.|1:5|-|I am
Like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.S.S.|1:6|-|Do not look at me, because I am black,
Because the sun hasMy mother’s sons were angry with me;|1|scorched me.
They made me keeper of the vineyards,But my own vineyard I have not kept.
Where do you make it lie down atFor why should I be like one who is veiled|2|noon?
Beside the flocks of your companions?S.S.|1:8|-|If you yourself do not know,
You|a|fairest among women,
And pasture your young goatsBy the shepherds’ tents.
To aS.S.|1:10|-|Your|2b|mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.
YourS.S.|1:11|-||1a|neck with|2|strings of jewels.
WithS.S.|1:12|-|While the king was at his|2|studs of silver.
My spikenard gave forth its fragrance.S.S.|1:13|-|My beloved is to me a
That lies at night between my breasts.S.S.|1:14|-|My beloved is to me a cluster of
In the vineyards ofS.S.|1:15|-||1b|En-gedi.
Oh, you are beautiful! YourS.S.|1:16a|-|Oh, you are beautiful, my beloved; indeed, pleasant!|1|eyes are like|b|doves.
Our rafters are cypresses.