Song of Songs – now in color!
The Song of Songs (or Song of Solomon) is the greatest love song ever written…that’s literally what the title “song of songs” means!
However, like any song, its lyrics have been the subject of varying interpretations and much speculation. There are multiple theories of what exactly is going on in the Song, some of which I discussed at CharlotteONE this past Tuesday.
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Below is the full text of the Song that I put together based on a few translations’ choices (most notably the NET and the NIV) as well as my own attempt at bringing out the meaning of certain passages–or preserving their ambiguity, metaphor or double entendre–from the original Hebrew text.
Since there are multiple speakers in the Song, I’m color coding the sections where the speakers can be identified, however, many passages are unclear regarding who is speaking and many translations vary in their interpretation of who is saying what. So I’ve simply left those sections in black, as the Song reads a bit differently depending on who you think is speaking at any specific point.
I’ve also included quotation marks in order to show where the text is likely using either a euphamism or non-literal royal terminology (in ancient weddings, the groom and bride often wore crowns of some type so that their marriage took on a “royal” significance; that is, they were king and queen for the day and celebrated as such throughout the wedding procession and feasting). So whether or not the “king” in question is actually Solomon doesn’t really matter. [For the record, I don’t think the man in the song is supposed to be Solomon…though I do think Solomon might have written the Song. For more on that, be sure to listen to my talk!]
So, here is the entirety of the greatest love song ever written–the “Song of Songs”:
Woman (Purple text)
Man (Blue text)
Friends/Chorus, or possibly the man or the woman…it’s impossible to determine with certainty (Black text)
1:1 The Song of all Songs to/for/by Solomon.
2 Oh, let him kiss me passionately! [literally: “…me with the kisses of his mouth!”]
For your lovemaking is more delightful than wine.
3 The fragrance of your colognes is delightful;
your name is like the finest perfume.
No wonder the young women adore you!
4 Take me away with you;
let us hurry!
Let “the king” bring me into his bedroom chambers!
[or: “’The king’ has brought me into his bedroom chambers.”]
We will rejoice and delight in you;
we will rejoice over your lovemaking more than wine.
Rightly they adore you!
5 I am dark but lovely, O maidens of Jerusalem,
dark like the tents of Qedar,
like the tent curtains of Solomon [or: “Salmah”, a desert tribe].
6 Do not stare at me because I am dark,
for the sun has burned my skin.
My brothers were angry with me;
they made me the keeper of the vineyards.
But my own vineyard I could not keep up!
7 Tell me, O you whom my heart loves,
where do you pasture your sheep?
Where do you rest your sheep during the midday heat?
Tell me lest I wander around beside the flocks of your companions!
[or: “Tell me, because why should I be like a veiled one by the flocks…”]
8 If you do not know, O most beautiful of women,
simply follow the tracks of the flock,
and pasture your young goats by the tents of the shepherds.
9 I liken you, my darling [or: “companion”],
to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.
10 Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings;
your neck with strings of jewels.
11 We will make for you gold earrings
studded with silver.
12 While “the king” was at his “banqueting table”,
my perfume spread its fragrance.
13 My beloved is like a fragrant pouch of myrrh
spending the night between my breasts.
14 My beloved is like a cluster of henna blossoms
in the vineyards of En-Gedi.
15 Oh, you are beautiful, my darling [or: “my companion”]!
Oh, beautiful!
Your eyes are like doves!
16 Oh, you are handsome, my lover!
Yes, how delightful!
Our canopied bed is lush;
17 the beams of our bedroom chamber are cedars;
the rafters of our bedroom are cypresses.
2:1 I am a meadow flower [or: “rose”] from Sharon,
a lily from the valleys.
2 Like a lily among the thorns,
so is my darling among young women!
3 Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest,
so is my beloved among the young men!
I delight to sit in his shade,
and his fruit is sweet to my taste.
4 He brought me into the “banquet hall”,
and his banner over me was love [or: “he looked at me lovingly”].
5 Sustain me with raisin cakes,
refresh me with apples,
for I am faint with love.
6 Oh that his left hand would caress my head,
and his right hand stimulate [or: “embrace”] me!
7 I charge you, O maidens of Jerusalem,
by the gazelles and by the young does of the open fields:
Do not awaken or arouse love until it pleases [or: “until it is willing”]!
8 The voice of my beloved!
Look! Here he comes,
leaping over the mountains,
bounding over the hills!
9 My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag.
Look! There he stands behind our wall,
gazing through the window,
peering through the lattice.
10 My beloved answered me, saying:
“Arise, my darling; My beautiful one,
and come away with me!
11 Look! The winter has passed,
the rains are over and gone.
12 The flowers have appeared in the land,
the time for singing [or: “pruning”] has come;
the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
13 The fig tree has budded,
the vines have blossomed and give off their fragrance.
Arise, come away my darling; my beautiful one,
come away with me!”
14 O my dove, in the clefts of the rock,
in the hiding places of the cliffs,
let me see your face,
let me hear your voice;
for your voice is sweet,
and your face is lovely.
15 Catch the foxes for us,
the little foxes ruining vineyards–
for our vineyard is in bloom.
16 My beloved is mine and I am his;
he grazes among the lilies.
17 Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, turn, my beloved–
be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountain clefts.
3:1 All night long on my bed I longed for my lover.
I longed for him but he never appeared.
2 “I will arise and look all around throughout the town,
and throughout the streets and squares;
I will search for my beloved.”
I searched for him but I did not find him.
3 The night watchmen found me–
the ones who guard the city walls.
“Have you seen my beloved?”
4 Scarcely had I passed them by when I found my beloved!
I held onto him tightly and would not let him go
until I brought him to my mother’s house,
to the bedroom chamber of the one who conceived me.
5 I charge you, O maidens of Jerusalem,
by the gazelles and by the young does of the open fields:
“Do not awake or arouse love until it pleases” [or: “until it is willing”]!
6 Who is this coming up from the desert like a column of smoke,
like a fragrant billow of myrrh and frankincense,
every kind of fragrant powder of the traveling merchants?
7 Look! It is “Solomon’s” portable couch!
It is surrounded by sixty warriors,
some of Israel’s mightiest warriors.
8 All of them are skilled with a sword,
well-trained in the art of warfare.
Each has his sword at his side,
to guard against the terrors of the night.
9 “King Solomon” made a sedan chair for himself of wood imported from Lebanon.
10 Its posts were made of silver;
its back was made of gold.
Its seat was upholstered with purple wool;
its interior was inlaid with leather by the maidens of Jerusalem.
11 Come out, O maidens of Zion, and gaze upon “King Solomon”!
He is wearing the crown with which his mother crowned him on his wedding day,
on the most joyous day of his life!
4:1 Oh, you are beautiful, my darling [or: “companion”]!
Oh, beautiful!
Your eyes behind your veil are like doves.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
streaming down Mount Gilead.
2 Your teeth are like a flock of newly-shorn sheep
coming up from the wash;
each of them has a twin,
not one of them is missing.
3 Your lips are like a scarlet thread;
your mouth is lovely.
Your cheek behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.
4 Your neck is like the tower of David
built with courses of stones;
one thousand shields are hung on it–
all shields of valiant warriors.
5 Your two breasts are like two fawns,
twins of the gazelle grazing among the lilies.
6 Until the day breathes and the shadows flee,
I will go up to “the mountain of myrrh”,
and to “the hill of frankincense”.
7 You are altogether beautiful, my darling!
There is no blemish in you!
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,
come with me from Lebanon.
Descend from the crest of Amana,
from the top of Senir,
the summit of Hermon,
from the lions’ dens
and the mountain haunts of the leopards.
9 You have stolen my heart,
my sister, my bride!
You have stolen my heart
with one glance of your eyes,
with one jewel of your necklace.
10 How delightful is your lovemaking, my sister, my bride!
How much better is your lovemaking than wine;
the fragrance of your perfume is better than any spice!
11 Your lips drip sweetness like the honeycomb, my bride,
honey and milk are under your tongue.
The fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
12 You are a locked garden,
my sister, my bride;
you are an enclosed spring,
a sealed-up fountain.
13 Your shoots are a royal garden
full of pomegranates
with choice fruits:
henna with nard,
14 nard and saffron;
calamus and cinnamon
with every kind of spice,
myrrh and aloes
with all the finest spices.
15 You are a garden spring,
a well of fresh water flowing down from Lebanon.
16 Awake, O north wind;
come, O south wind!
Blow on my garden so that its fragrant spices may send out their sweet smell.
May my beloved come into his garden and eat its delightful fruit!
5:1 I have entered my garden, O my sister, my bride;
I have gathered my myrrh with my balsam spice.
I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey;
I have drunk my wine and my milk!
Eat, friends, and drink!
Drink freely, O lovers!
2 I was asleep, but my mind was dreaming.
Listen! My lover is knocking at the door!
“Open for me, my sister,
my darling,
my dove,
my flawless one!
My head is drenched with dew,
my hair with the dampness of the night.”
3 “I have already taken off my robe–
must I put it on again?
I have already washed my feet–
must I soil them again?”
4 My lover thrust his hand through the hole,
and my feelings were stirred for him [literally: “my bowels groaned over him”]!
5 I arose to open for my beloved;
my hands dripped with myrrh–
my fingers flowed with myrrh on the handles of the lock.
6 I opened for my beloved,
but my lover had already turned and gone away.
I fell into despair when he departed.
I looked for him but did not find him;
I called him but he did not answer me.
7 The watchmen found me
as they made their rounds in the city.
They beat me,
they bruised me;
they took away my cloak,
those watchmen on the walls!
8 O maidens of Jerusalem, I command you–
If you find my beloved, what will you tell him?
Tell him that I am lovesick!
9 Why is your beloved better than others,
O most beautiful of women?
Why is your beloved better than others,
that you would command us in this manner?
10 My beloved is dazzling and ruddy;
he stands out in comparison to all other men.
11 His head is like the most pure gold.
His hair is curly– black like a raven.
12 His eyes are like doves by streams of water,
washed in milk,
mounted like jewels.
13 His cheeks are like garden beds
full of balsam trees yielding perfume.
His lips are like lilies
dripping with drops of myrrh.
14 His arms are like rods of gold
set with chrysolite.
His abdomen is like polished ivory
inlaid with sapphires.
15 His legs are like pillars of marble
set on bases of pure gold.
His appearance is like Lebanon,
choice as its cedars.
16 His mouth is very sweet;
he is totally desirable.
This is my beloved!
This is my companion,
O maidens of Jerusalem!
6:1 Where has your beloved gone,
O most beautiful among women?
Where has your beloved turned?
Tell us, that we may seek him with you!
2 My beloved has gone down to his garden,
to the flowerbeds of balsam spices,
to graze in the gardens,
and to gather lilies.
3 I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine;
he grazes among the lilies.
4 My darling, you are as beautiful as Tirzah,
as lovely as Jerusalem,
as awe-inspiring as bannered armies!
5 Turn your eyes away from me–
they overwhelm me!
Your hair is like a flock of goats
flowing down Mount Gilead.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the wash;
each has its twin;
not one of them is missing.
7 Like a slice of pomegranate is your cheek behind your veil.
8 There may be sixty queens,
and eighty concubines,
and young women without number.
9 But she is unique!
My dove, my perfect one!
She is the special daughter of her mother,
she is the favorite of the one who bore her.
The maidens saw her and complimented her;
the queens and concubines praised her:
10 “Who is this who appears like the dawn?
Beautiful as the moon,
bright as the sun,
awe-inspiring as the stars in procession?”
11 I went down to the orchard of walnut trees,
to look for the blossoms of the valley,
to see if the vines had budded
or if the pomegranates were in bloom.
12 I was beside myself with joy!
There please give me your myrrh,
O daughter of my princely people.
13 Turn, turn, O Perfect One!
Turn, turn, that we may stare at you!
Why do you gaze upon the Perfect One
like the dance of the Mahanaim?
7:1 How beautiful are your sandaled feet,
O nobleman’s daughter!
The curves of your thighs are like jewels,
the work of the hands of a master craftsman.
2 Your navel is a round mixing bowl–
may it never lack mixed wine!
Your belly is a mound of wheat,
encircled by lilies.
3 Your two breasts are like two fawns,
twins of a gazelle.
4 Your neck is like a tower made of ivory.
Your eyes are the pools in Heshbon
by the gate of Bath-Rabbim.
Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon
overlooking Damascus.
5 Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel.
The locks of your hair are like royal tapestries–
the king is held captive in its tresses!
6 How beautiful you are!
How lovely, O love, with your delights!
7 Your stature is like a palm tree,
and your breasts are like clusters of grapes.
8 I want to “climb the palm tree”,
and “take hold of its fruit”.
May your breasts be like the clusters of grapes,
and may the fragrance of your breath be like apricots!
9 May your mouth be like the best wine,
flowing smoothly for my beloved,
gliding gently over our lips as we sleep together [or: “…over lips and teeth”].
10 I am my beloved’s,
and his desire is for me!
11 Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside;
let us spend the night in the villages.
12 Let us rise early to go to the vineyards,
to see if the vines have budded,
to see if their blossoms have opened,
if the pomegranates are in bloom–
there I will give you my love.
13 The mandrakes send out their fragrance;
over our door is every delicacy,
both new and old,
which I have stored up for you, my beloved.
8:1 Oh, how I wish you were my little brother,
nursing at my mother’s breasts;
if I saw you outside, I could kiss you–
surely no one would despise me!
2 I would lead you and bring you to my mother’s house,
the one who taught me.
I would give you spiced wine to drink,
the nectar of my pomegranates.
3 His left hand caresses my head,
and his right hand stimulates [or: “embraces”] me.
4 I charge you, O maidens of Jerusalem:
“Do not arouse or awaken love until it pleases!”
5 Who is this coming up from the desert,
leaning on her beloved?
Under the apple tree I aroused you;
there your mother conceived you,
there she who bore you was in labor of childbirth.
6 Set me like a cylinder seal over your heart,
like a signet on your arm.
For love is as strong as death,
passion is as unrelenting as the grave.
Its flames burst forth,
it is a blazing flame.
7 Surging waters cannot quench love;
floodwaters cannot overflow it.
If someone were to offer all his possessions to buy love,
the offer would be utterly despised.
8 We have a little sister,
and as yet she has no breasts.
What shall we do for our sister
on the day when she is spoken for?
9 If she is a wall,
we will build on her a battlement of silver;
but if she is a door,
we will barricade her with boards of cedar.
10 I was a wall,
and my breasts were like fortress towers.
Then I found favor in his eyes.
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-Hamon [meaning: “husband of a crowd”, possible pun];
he leased out the vineyard to those who maintained it.
Each was to bring a thousand shekels of silver for its fruit.
12 My vineyard, which belongs to me,
is at my disposal alone.
The thousand shekels belong to you, O Solomon,
and two hundred shekels to those who maintain its fruit.
13 O you who stay in the gardens,
my friends are listening attentively for your voice;
let me be the one to hear it!
14 Make haste, my beloved!
Be like a gazelle or a young stag
on the mountains of spices.”
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