Draw me after you
The song of songs, which is Solomon's. Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, for your love is better than wine. The scent of your oils is sweet; your name is like oil poured out. So the virgins love you. Take me with you — let us run. The king has brought me into his rooms. We will be glad and rejoice in you. We will remember your love more than wine. The upright love you. I am dark and lovely, daughters of Jerusalem, dark as the tents of Kedar, lovely as the curtains of Solomon. Don't stare at me because I am dark, because the sun has looked on me. My mother's sons were angry with me. They made me keeper of the vineyards, and my own vineyard I have not kept. Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you graze your flock, where you rest it at noon. Why should I be like one who turns aside beside the flocks of your companions? If you don't know, most beautiful of women, follow the tracks of the flock and graze your young goats beside the shepherds' tents.
The song of songs, that's Solomon's. Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, because your love is better than wine. Your good oils have a lovely smell. Your name is like ointment poured out. That's why the young women love you. Draw me, and we'll run after you. The king has brought me into his rooms. We'll be glad and celebrate in you. We'll remember your love more than wine. The straight ones love you. I'm dark but lovely, daughters of Jerusalem — like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon. Don't look at me because I'm dark, because the sun has looked on me. My mother's sons were angry with me. They made me keeper of the vineyards, but my own vineyard I haven't kept. Tell me, you who my soul loves, where you feed your flock, where you make it rest at noon. Because why should I be like one who turns aside by the flocks of your mates? If you don't know, most beautiful of women, go out by the tracks of the flock and feed your young goats beside the shepherds' tents.
The song of songs, which is Solomon’s. Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine. Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee. Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee. I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon. Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me: my mother’s children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept. Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions? If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds’ tents.
The song of songs, which is Solomon's.
The song of songs, that's Solomon's.
The song of songs, which is Solomon’s.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, for your love is better than wine.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, because your love is better than wine.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.
The scent of your oils is sweet; your name is like oil poured out. So the virgins love you.
Your good oils have a lovely smell. Your name is like ointment poured out. That's why the young women love you.
Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.
Take me with you — let us run. The king has brought me into his rooms. We will be glad and rejoice in you. We will remember your love more than wine. The upright love you.
Draw me, and we'll run after you. The king has brought me into his rooms. We'll be glad and celebrate in you. We'll remember your love more than wine. The straight ones love you.
Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee.
I am dark and lovely, daughters of Jerusalem, dark as the tents of Kedar, lovely as the curtains of Solomon.
I'm dark but lovely, daughters of Jerusalem — like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
Don't stare at me because I am dark, because the sun has looked on me. My mother's sons were angry with me. They made me keeper of the vineyards, and my own vineyard I have not kept.
Don't look at me because I'm dark, because the sun has looked on me. My mother's sons were angry with me. They made me keeper of the vineyards, but my own vineyard I haven't kept.
Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me: my mother’s children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept.
Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you graze your flock, where you rest it at noon. Why should I be like one who turns aside beside the flocks of your companions?
Tell me, you who my soul loves, where you feed your flock, where you make it rest at noon. Because why should I be like one who turns aside by the flocks of your mates?
Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions?
If you don't know, most beautiful of women, follow the tracks of the flock and graze your young goats beside the shepherds' tents.
If you don't know, most beautiful of women, go out by the tracks of the flock and feed your young goats beside the shepherds' tents.
If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds’ tents.
You're beautiful, my love
I compare you, my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots. Your cheeks are lovely with rows of jewels, your neck with chains of gold. We will make you gold ornaments, studded with silver. While the king sits at his table, my spikenard sends out its fragrance. My love is a pouch of myrrh to me, lying all night between my breasts. My love is a cluster of camphire to me, in the vineyards of Engedi. How beautiful you are, my love. How beautiful. Your eyes are doves. How beautiful you are, my love, and how pleasant. And our bed is green. The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters are fir.
I've compared you, my love, to a mare among Pharaoh's chariots. Your cheeks are lovely with rows of jewels, your neck with strings of beads. We'll make you borders of gold with studs of silver. While the king sits at his table, my perfume sends out its smell. My love is like a bundle of myrrh to me, that stays all night between my breasts. My love is like a cluster of henna flowers to me, in the vineyards of En Gedi. Look — you're beautiful, my love. Look — you're beautiful. You've got dove's eyes. Look — you're beautiful, my love. Yes, lovely. Our bed too is green. The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters fir.
I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots. Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold. We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver. While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof. A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts. My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi. Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes. Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green. The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.
I compare you, my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.
I've compared you, my love, to a mare among Pharaoh's chariots.
I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots.
Your cheeks are lovely with rows of jewels, your neck with chains of gold.
Your cheeks are lovely with rows of jewels, your neck with strings of beads.
Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold.
We will make you gold ornaments, studded with silver.
We'll make you borders of gold with studs of silver.
We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.
While the king sits at his table, my spikenard sends out its fragrance.
While the king sits at his table, my perfume sends out its smell.
While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.
My love is a pouch of myrrh to me, lying all night between my breasts.
My love is like a bundle of myrrh to me, that stays all night between my breasts.
A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.
My love is a cluster of camphire to me, in the vineyards of Engedi.
My love is like a cluster of henna flowers to me, in the vineyards of En Gedi.
My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.
How beautiful you are, my love. How beautiful. Your eyes are doves.
Look — you're beautiful, my love. Look — you're beautiful. You've got dove's eyes.
Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes.
How beautiful you are, my love, and how pleasant. And our bed is green.
Look — you're beautiful, my love. Yes, lovely. Our bed too is green.
Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.
The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters are fir.
The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters fir.
The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.