New Living Translation

This is Solomon's song of songs, more wonderful than any other.

Young Woman: "Kiss me again and again, for your love is sweeter than wine.

How fragrant your cologne, and how pleasing your name! No wonder all the young women love you!

Take me with you. Come, let's run! Bring me into your bedroom, O my king." Young Women of Jerusalem: "How happy we are for him! We praise his love even more than wine." Young Woman: "How right that the young women love you!

"I am dark and beautiful, O women of Jerusalem, tanned as the dark tents of Kedar. Yes, even as the tents of Solomon!

"Don't look down on me, you fair city girls, just because my complexion is so dark. The sun has burned my skin. My brothers were angry with me and sent me out to tend the vineyards in the hot sun. Now see what it has done to me!

"Tell me, O my love, where are you leading your flock today? Where will you rest your sheep at noon? For why should I wander like a prostitute among the flocks of your companions?"

Young Man: "If you don't know, O most beautiful woman, follow the trail of my flock to the shepherds' tents, and there feed your young goats.

What a lovely filly you are, my beloved one!

How lovely are your cheeks, with your earrings setting them afire! How stately is your neck, accented with a long string of jewels.

We will make earrings of gold for you and beads of silver."

Young Woman: "The king is lying on his couch, enchanted by the fragrance of my perfume.

My lover is like a sachet of myrrh lying between my breasts.

He is like a bouquet of flowers in the gardens of En-gedi."

Young Man: "How beautiful you are, my beloved, how beautiful! Your eyes are soft like doves."

Young Woman: "What a lovely, pleasant sight you are, my love, as we lie here on the grass,

shaded by cedar trees and spreading firs."