Chapter 1
1 Song of Songs, of Solomon.
2 Let him kiss me with kisses from his mouth!
For your love is better than wine;
3. Your perfumes have a sweet scent,
your name is like oil poured out;
That's why young girls love you.
4 Draw me after you; let's run!
The king brought me into his apartments;
we will thrill, we will rejoice in you:
We will celebrate your love more than wine.
We're so right to love you!
THE WIFE.
5 I am black, but beautiful, daughters of Jerusalem,
like the tents of Kedar, like the pavilions of Solomon.
6. Do not be concerned by my dark complexion,
It was the sun that burned me;
my mother's sons were angry with me;
They put me in charge of tending the vineyards;
My own vineyard, I did not keep it.
7 Tell me, O you whom my heart loves,
where you leads graze your sheep,
where you THE Let it rest at noon.,
so that I am not like a lost soul,
around the flocks of your companions.
THE CHOIR.
8 If you do not know, O most beautiful of women,
go out in the footsteps of your herd,
And led graze your kids near the shepherds' huts.
THE HUSBAND.
9 To my escape, when it is harnessed to Pharaoh's chariots,
I compare you, oh my friend.
10 Your cheeks are beautiful amidst the necklaces,
your neck is beautiful in the middle of the rows of pearls.
11 We will make you necklaces of gold, studded with silver.
THE WIFE.
12 While the king was on his couch,
My spikenard gave its fragrance.
13 My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh,
which rests between my breasts.
14 My beloved is to me a cluster of cypress trees,
in the vineyards of Engaddi.
THE HUSBAND.
15 Yes, you are beautiful, my friend; yes, you are beautiful!
Your eyes are eyes dove.
THE WIFE.
16 Yes, you are handsome, my beloved; yes, You are charming !
Our bed is a bed of greenery.
THE HUSBAND.
17 The beams of our houses are cedars,
Our paneling is made of cypress wood.
Chapter 2
THE WIFE.
1 I am the narcissus of Sharon,
the lily of the valleys.
THE HUSBAND.
2 Like a lily among thorns,
That is my friend among the young girls.
THE WIFE.
3 Like an apple tree in the middle of the forest trees,
This is my beloved among the young men.
I longed to sit in its shade,
and its fruit is sweet to my palate.
4 He brought me into her cellar,
And the banner he raises over me is love.
5. Support me with grape cakes,
Fortify me with apples,
because I am lovesick.
6 Let his left hand support my head,
and that his right hand may embrace me.
THE HUSBAND.
7 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem,
by the gazelles and does of the fields,
Do not awaken, do not rouse the beloved,
before she wants to.
THE WIFE.
8 The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes,
bounding over the mountains,
jumping over the hills.
9 My beloved is like a gazelle,
or to the fawn of the does.
Here it is, it's behind our wall.,
looking out the window,
spying through the trellis.
10 My beloved spoke, he said to me:
»"Get up, my friend, my beautiful one, and come!"
11 For behold, the winter is over;
The rain stopped, it disappeared.
12 The flowers appeared on the earth,
the time for songs has arrived;
the voice of the turtledove has been heard in our countryside;
13 The fig tree puts forth its budding fruit,
The flowering vine gives off its fragrance.
Get up, my friend, my beautiful one, and come!
14 My dove, who holds you in the cleft of the rock,
in the shelter of the steep walls.
Show me your face,
let me hear your voice;
because your voice is sweet,
and your charming face.
15. Take the foxes from us,
the little foxes,
which are devastating the vineyards,
because our vines are in bloom.«
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his;
he grazes his flock among the lilies.
17 Before the cool of the day arrives,
and let the shadows flee,
Come back!… Be like me, my beloved,
to the gazelle or the fawn of the does,
on the ravine-carved mountains.
Chapter 3
1 On my bed, during the night,
I have sought the one whom my heart loves;
I looked for it and I did not find it.
2. Let us rise, I told myself, Let's explore the city,
the streets and squares,
Let us seek the one whom my heart loves.«
I looked for it and I did not find it.
3 The guards met me,
those who patrol the city:
»"Have you seen the one my heart loves?"«
4 I had barely passed them,
that I have found the one my heart loves.
I've seized it and I won't let go.,
until I brought him into my mother's house,
and in the room of the one who gave birth to me.
THE HUSBAND.
5 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem,
by the gazelles and does of the fields,
Do not awaken, do not rouse the beloved,
before she wants to.
THE CHOIR.
6 Which one is this that comes up from the desert,
like a column of smoke,
exuding the scents of myrrh and frankincense,
All the spices from the merchants?
7 This is Solomon's palanquin;
Around him, sixty brave men,
from among the valiant of Israel;
8 all are armed with swords,
trained for combat;
each door his sword at his hip,
For rule out the alarms of the night.
9 King Solomon made himself a litter
woods Lebanon.
10 He made the silver pillars,
the golden backrest, the purple seat;
In the middle is an embroidery.,
work of’love of the daughters of Jerusalem.
11 Go out, daughters of Zion, and see King Solomon,
with the crown with which his mother crowned him,
on the day of her wedding,
the day of joy from his heart.
Chapter 4
THE HUSBAND.
1 Yes, you are beautiful, my friend; yes, you are beautiful!
Your eyes are eyes doves behind your veil;
Your hair is like a herd of goats,
suspended from flanks of the mountain of Gilead.
2 Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep,
which come up from the wash house;
Each one carries two twins.,
and, among them, there is no barren one.
3 Your lips are like a purple thread,
and your mouth is lovely;
Your cheek is like half a grenade.,
behind your veil.
4 Your neck is like the tower of David,
built for serve arsenal;
A thousand shields are suspended there,
all the shields of the brave.
5 Your two breasts are like two fawns,
twins of a gazelle,
grazing among the lilies.
6 Before the cool of the day arrives,
and let the shadows flee,
I will go to the mountain of myrrh,
and to the hill of frankincense.
7 You are so beautiful, my friend,
And there is no stain on you!
8 With me, come from Lebanon, my fiancee,
Come with me from Lebanon!
Look from the summit of Amana,
from the summit of Sanir and Hermon,
lion dens,
mountains of leopards.
9 You have stolen my heart, my betrothed sister
you stole my heart with a alone from your gaze,
by just one of the pearls from your necklace.
10 How charming is your love, my betrothed sister!
How much better your love is than wine,
and the scent of your perfumes, like all the spices!
11 Your lips drip honey, my fiancee,
Honey and milk are under your tongue,
and the smell of your clothes is like the smell of Lebanon.
12 It is an enclosed garden that my betrothed sister,
a closed source, a sealed fountain.
13 Your shoots are a grove of pomegranates,
with the most exquisite fruits;
cypress with spikenard,
14. Spikenard and saffron,
cinnamon and cinnamon,
with all the frankincense trees,
myrrh and aloe,
with all the best balsam trees.
15 Source of gardens,
freshwater wells,
A stream flowing from Lebanon!
THE WIFE.
16 Arise, north winds; come, south winds!
Blow on my garden, and let its balsam trees exude!
Let my beloved enter his garden,
and let him eat of its beautiful fruits!
Chapter 5
THE HUSBAND.
1 I entered my garden, my betrothed sister,
I gathered my myrrh with my balm;
I ate my honeycomb with my honey.,
I drank my wine with my milk!
Eat, friends, drink, get drunk, my beloved.
THE WIFE.
2 I sleep but my heart is awake…
It's the voice of my beloved! He knocks:
»"Open to me, my sister, my friend,",
my dove, my immaculate one;
because my head is covered with dew,
the loops my hair is soaked "Drops of the night."
3 I took off my tunic, how do I put it back on?
I washed my feet, how could I get them dirty again?
4 My beloved put his hand through the hole of the lock,
and my heart was moved for him.
5 I got up to open to my beloved,
and from my hands dripped the myrrh,
exquisite myrrh from my fingers,
on the lock handle.
6 I open to my beloved;
But my beloved had disappeared; he had fled.
I was beside myself when he spoke to me.
I looked for it, and did not find it;
I called him, he didn't answer.
7 The guards met me,
those who patrol the city;
They hit me, they bruised me;
They took my coat away.,
those who guard the wall.
8 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem,
If you find my beloved,
What will you tell him?...
I am so sick with love!
THE CHOIR.
9 What does your beloved have that a other beloved,
Oh, the most beautiful of women?
What does your beloved have that a other beloved,
So that you would conjure us up like this?
THE WIFE.
10 My beloved is fresh and rosy;
It stands out among ten thousand.
11 His head is pure gold,
her curls of hair, flexible like flippers,
are as black as a raven.
12 His eyes are like doves by the streams,
bathing in milk,
placed on the banks.
13 Her cheeks are like beds of balsam trees,
squares of fragrant plants;
her lips are lilies,
from which comes the purest myrrh.
14 His hands are cylinders of gold,
enameled with Tharsis stones;
Her breast is a masterpiece of ivory,
covered in sapphires.
15 Her legs are columns of alabaster,
placed on bases of pure gold.
Its appearance is that of Lebanon,
Elegant like cedar.
16 His palate is nothing but sweetness,
and her whole person is nothing but charm.
This is my beloved, this is my friend,
daughters of Jerusalem.
Chapter 6
THE CHOIR.
1 Where has your beloved gone?,
Oh, the most beautiful of women?
Which way has your beloved turned?,
So that we can look for it with you?
THE WIFE
2 My beloved has gone down into his garden,
to the beds of balsam trees,
to graze his flock in the gardens,
and to pick lilies.
3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine;
he grazes his flock among the lilies.
THE HUSBAND.
4 You are beautiful, my friend, like Tirzah,
charming like Jerusalem,
but terrible like battalions.
5 Turn your eyes away from me,
because they trouble me.
Your hair is like a herd of goats,
suspended from flanks of the mountain of Gilead.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep,
which come up from the wash house;
each one carries two twins;
and among them, there is no barren one.
7 Your cheek is like half a grenade,
behind your veil.
8 There are sixty queens, eighty concubines,
and countless young girls:
9 only one is my dove, my immaculate one;
She is her mother's only child.,
the favorite of the woman who gave birth to him.
The young women saw her and proclaimed her blessed;
queens and concubines saw her and they praised it:
10. Which one appears as the dawn?,
beautiful as the moon, pure as the sun,
But terrible like battalions?«
11 I had gone down to the walnut garden,
to see the valley grasses,
to see if the vine is growing,
if the pomegranate trees are in bloom.
12 I don't know, but my love made me rise
on the chariots of my noble people.
Chapter 7
THE CHOIR.
1 Come back, come back, Shulamite?
Come back, come back, so that we may see you.
THE HUSBAND.
Why are you looking at the Shulamite?,
like a dance of Machaenaim.
THE CHOIR.
2 How beautiful your feet are in your Sandals, princess!
The curve of your back is like a necklace,
work of an artist.
3 Your navel is a rounded cup,
where there is no shortage of flavored wine.
Your belly is a heap of wheat,
surrounded by lilies.
4 Your two breasts are like two fawns,
twins of a gazelle.
5 Your neck is like an ivory tower;
your eyes are as the pools of Hesebon,
near the gate of this populous city.
Your nose is like the Tower of... Lebanon,
who is watching the Damascus side.
6 Your head is posed over you like Mount Carmel.,
the hair of your head is like red purple:
A king is chained by his curls.
THE HUSBAND.
7 How beautiful you are, how charming you are,
My Love, amidst delights!
8 Your height resembles a palm tree,
and your breasts to her grapes.
9 I said: I will climb the palm tree,
I will understand the systems.
May your breasts be like the clusters of grapes on the vine,
the scent of your breath like the one apples,
10 and your palate like an exquisite wine!…
THE WIFE.
Which flows easily for my beloved,
which slips onto the lips of those who fall asleep.
11 I am my beloved's,
And It is towards me that he wears his desires.
12 Come, my beloved, let us go out into the fields,
Let's spend the night in the villages.
13 Early in the morning we will go to the vineyards,
We'll see if the vine buds.,
if the buds have opened,
if the pomegranate trees are in bloom;
There I will give you my love.
14 Mandrakes make you feel their scent,
And We have All the best fruits are right at our doorstep.,
The new ones and also the old ones:
My beloved, I have kept them for you.
Chapter 8
1 Oh! Why are you not a brother to me,
who would have suckled my mother's breasts!
If I met you outside, I would kiss you.,
surprised could to despise me.
2 I would bring you, I would bring you into my mother's house:
you would teach me;
and I would give you flavored wine to drink,
the juice from my pomegranates.
3 His left hand is under my head,
and his right hand holds me embraced.
THE HUSBAND.
4 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem,
Do not awaken, do not rouse the beloved,
before she wants to.
THE CHOIR.
5 Which one is this that comes up from the desert,
leaning on her beloved?
THE HUSBAND.
I woke you up under the apple tree,
That's where your mother conceived you;
there, she t’She conceived you there, and she gave birth to you.
6 Set me as a seal upon your heart,
like a seal on your arm;
because love is as strong as death,
Jealousy is as inflexible as Sheol.
His passions are the passions of fire,
a flame of Yahweh.
7 Great waters cannot extinguish love,
and the rivers would not submerge it.
Would a man give all the riches of his house for love?,
We would only be showing him contempt.
THE CHOIR.
8 We have a little sister,
who does not have Again of breasts:
What will we do for our sister?,
The day we look for her?
9 If it is a wall,
we will crown him with silver;
if it is a door,
We will close it with cedar planks.
THE WIFE.
10 I am a wall,
and my breasts are like towers,
So, in his eyes, I am the one who found peace,
THE CHOIR.
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-Hamon,
He entrusted the vineyard to guardians,
and for its fruit each one had to bring him a thousand
centuries of money.
THE WIFE.
12 The vineyard that is mine, I have at my disposal:
To you, Solomon, the thousands centuries,
and two hundred to the guardians of its fruit.
THE HUSBAND.
13 You who dwell in the gardens,
Your companions listened attentively to your voice:
deign to let me hear it.
THE WIFE.
14 Courses, my beloved,
and be like the gazelle,
or to the fawn of the does,
on the mountains of the balsam trees!
