I
King James Version — 1611
In Plain English
The Song of Songs
1The song of songs, which is Solomon’s.
1This is the Song of Songs, which is Solomon's.
Let Him Kiss Me
2Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.
2Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, for your love is better than wine.
3Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.
3The fragrance of your perfumes is wonderful; your name is like perfume poured out. That is why the young women love you.
4Draw 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.
4Draw me after you, and we will run together. The king has brought me into his rooms. We will be glad and rejoice in you; we will remember your love more than wine. How right they are to love you!
Dark and Lovely
5I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
5I am dark but lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, dark like the tents of Kedar, lovely like the curtains of Solomon.
6Look 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.
6Do not stare at me because I am dark, because the sun has looked down on me. My mother's sons were angry with me and made me keep the vineyards, but my own vineyard I have not kept.
Where Do You Pasture at Noon
7Tell 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?
7Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you graze your flock, where you let it rest at noon. Why should I be like a woman who wanders among the flocks of your companions?
8If 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.
8If you do not know, most beautiful of women, follow the tracks of the flock and graze your young goats beside the shepherds' tents.
A Mare Among Pharaoh's Chariots
9I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots.
9My love, I compare you to a mare among the horses of Pharaoh's chariots.
10Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold.
10Your cheeks are lovely with rows of jewels, your neck with strings of gold.
11We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.
11We will make you ornaments of gold, studded with silver.
Myrrh and Henna Blossom
12While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.
12While the king sits at his table, my perfume of spikenard fills the air with its scent.
13A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.
13My beloved is to me a little bundle of myrrh that rests all night between my breasts.
14My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.
14My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of Engedi.
You Are Fair, My Love
15Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes.
15How beautiful you are, my love; how beautiful you are! Your eyes are like doves.
16Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.
16How handsome you are, my beloved, and how pleasant! Our bed is the green grass.
17The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.
17The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters are fir.
II
King James Version — 1611
In Plain English
The Lily and the Apple Tree
1I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
1I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
2As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
2Like a lily among thorns, so is my love among the young women.
3As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
3Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the young men. I sat down in his shade with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
His Banner Over Me Was Love
4He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
4He brought me to the banquet hall, and his banner over me was love.
5Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.
5Revive me with wine, refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love.
6His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
6His left hand is under my head, and his right arm holds me close.
7I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
7I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and the deer of the field: do not stir up or awaken my love until he pleases.
Rise Up and Come Away
8The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
8Listen! The voice of my beloved! Look, here he comes, leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.
9My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.
9My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look, he stands behind our wall, gazing in at the windows, peering through the lattice.
10My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
10My beloved spoke and said to me, "Rise, my love, my lovely one, and come away with me.
11For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
11For look, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone.
12The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
12Flowers are appearing on the earth; the time for the singing of birds has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
13The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
13The fig tree is putting out its early figs, and the blossoming vines give off their fragrance. Rise, my love, my lovely one, and come away with me.
My Dove in the Clefts of the Rock
14O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
14O my dove, hidden in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the cliffs, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet and your face is lovely."
15Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
15Catch the foxes for us, the little foxes that ruin the vineyards, for our vines are in tender bloom.
My Beloved Is Mine
16My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.
16My beloved is mine, and I am his; he grazes his flock among the lilies.
17Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
17Until the day breaks and the shadows flee away, turn to me, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the rugged mountains of Bether.
III
King James Version — 1611
In Plain English
A Search by Night
1By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
1Night after night on my bed I looked for the one my soul loves; I looked for him, but I did not find him.
2I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
2"I will get up now and go through the city, through its streets and squares; I will search for the one my soul loves." I searched for him, but I did not find him.
3The watchmen that go about the city found me: to whom I said, Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?
3The watchmen who patrol the city found me, and I asked them, "Have you seen the one my soul loves?"
4It was but a little that I passed from them, but I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother’s house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me.
4I had barely left them when I found the one my soul loves. I held him and would not let him go until I had brought him into my mother's house, into the room of the one who conceived me.
5I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
5I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and the deer of the field: do not stir up or awaken my love until he pleases.
Solomon's Wedding Procession
6Who is this that cometh out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of the merchant?
6Who is this coming up out of the wilderness like columns of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense and every powder the merchant sells?
7Behold his bed, which is Solomon’s; threescore valiant men are about it, of the valiant of Israel.
7Look, it is Solomon's carriage, with sixty warriors around it, the mightiest men of Israel.
8They all hold swords, being expert in war: every man hath his sword upon his thigh because of fear in the night.
8All of them carry swords and are skilled in battle; each has his sword at his side against the dangers of the night.
9King Solomon made himself a chariot of the wood of Lebanon.
9King Solomon made himself a carriage from the wood of Lebanon.
10He made the pillars thereof of silver, the bottom thereof of gold, the covering of it of purple, the midst thereof being paved with love, for the daughters of Jerusalem.
10He made its posts of silver, its base of gold, and its seat of purple cloth; its interior was inlaid with love for the daughters of Jerusalem.
11Go forth, O ye daughters of Zion, and behold king Solomon with the crown wherewith his mother crowned him in the day of his espousals, and in the day of the gladness of his heart.
11Come out, daughters of Zion, and look at King Solomon wearing the crown his mother placed on him on his wedding day, the day his heart was glad.
IV
King James Version — 1611
In Plain English
Praise from Head to Breast
1Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.
1How beautiful you are, my love; how beautiful you are! Your eyes are like doves behind your flowing hair. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down from Mount Gilead.
2Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them.
2Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn sheep coming up from the washing; each one has its twin, and not one of them is missing.
3Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.
3Your lips are like a scarlet thread, and your mouth is lovely. Your temples behind your hair are like the halves of a pomegranate.
4Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
4Your neck is like the tower of David, built as an armory, with a thousand shields hanging on it, all the shields of mighty warriors.
5Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
5Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, that graze among the lilies.
Come with Me from Lebanon
6Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
6Until the day breaks and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and the hill of frankincense.
7Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.
7You are beautiful in every way, my love; there is not one blemish in you.
8Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come with me from Lebanon. Look down from the top of Amana, from the peaks of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens and the leopards' mountains.
You Have Ravished My Heart
9Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.
9You have taken my heart away, my sister, my bride; you have taken my heart away with a single look from your eyes, with a single strand of your necklace.
10How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!
10How lovely is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better your love is than wine, and the fragrance of your perfumes than any spice!
11Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
11Your lips, my bride, drip sweetness like a honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue, and the scent of your clothing is like the scent of Lebanon.
A Garden Enclosed
12A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
12A garden with its gate shut is my sister, my bride; a spring shut in, a fountain sealed up.
13Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
13Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates with the choicest fruits, henna with spikenard,
14Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
14spikenard and saffron, sweet cane and cinnamon, with every kind of frankincense tree, myrrh and aloes, with all the finest spices,
15A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
15a garden fountain, a well of living water, and streams flowing down from Lebanon.
Let My Beloved Come into His Garden
16Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.
16Awake, north wind, and come, south wind! Blow on my garden so that its spices drift out. Let my beloved come into his garden and eat its choicest fruits.
V
King James Version — 1611
In Plain English
The Man Comes into His Garden
1I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.
1I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride. I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, friends; drink, and drink your fill, dear ones.
She Dreams He Is at the Door
2I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
2I was asleep, but my heart was awake. Listen! My beloved is knocking: "Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my flawless one, for my head is wet with dew, and my hair with the drops of the night."
3I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
3"I have taken off my robe; must I put it on again? I have washed my feet; must I get them dirty again?"
4My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.
4My beloved put his hand through the opening of the door, and my heart leaped for him.
5I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.
5I rose to open to my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh, on the handles of the bolt.
The Watchmen Beat Her in the Street
6I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
6I opened to my beloved, but my beloved had turned away and was gone. My soul had fainted when he spoke. I looked for him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
7The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
7The watchmen who patrol the city found me; they beat me and bruised me. The guards on the walls took my veil away from me.
Her Charge and the Women's Question
8I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.
8I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem: if you find my beloved, tell him this, that I am faint with love.
9What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge us?
9What makes your beloved better than any other, most beautiful of women? What makes your beloved better than any other, that you charge us this way?
The Woman Describes Her Beloved
10My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.
10My beloved is fair-skinned and rosy, the finest among ten thousand.
11His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
11His head is like gold, the very finest; his thick hair is as black as a raven.
12His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
12His eyes are like doves beside flowing rivers, washed in milk and set just right.
13His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
13His cheeks are like beds of spices, like banks of sweet flowers; his lips are like lilies dripping with flowing myrrh.
14His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
14His hands are like rings of gold set with beryl; his body is like polished ivory covered with sapphires.
15His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
15His legs are like pillars of marble set on bases of fine gold; his appearance is like Lebanon, majestic as the cedars.
16His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
16His mouth is wonderfully sweet; everything about him is lovely. Such is my beloved, and such is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
VI
King James Version — 1611
In Plain English
Where Has Your Beloved Gone
1Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.
1Where has your beloved gone, most beautiful of women? Which way did your beloved turn, so that we can look for him with you?
He Is Gone Down to His Garden
2My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
2My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to graze in the gardens and to gather lilies.
3I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.
3I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine; he grazes his flock among the lilies.
The Man Praises Her Again
4Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
4You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, as awe-inspiring as an army with banners flying.
5Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.
5Turn your eyes away from me, for they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down from Gilead.
6Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them.
6Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing; each one has its twin, and not one of them is missing.
7As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.
7Your temples behind your hair are like the halves of a pomegranate.
8There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.
8There may be sixty queens and eighty concubines and young women beyond counting,
9My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
9but my dove, my flawless one, is the only one; she is her mother's only daughter, the darling of the one who bore her. The young women saw her and called her blessed; the queens and the concubines praised her too.
10Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?
10Who is this who looks out like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, as awe-inspiring as an army with banners flying?
Down to the Grove of Nut Trees
11I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished, and the pomegranates budded.
11I went down to the grove of nut trees to look at the new growth in the valley, to see whether the vines had budded and the pomegranates were in bloom.
12Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.
12Before I knew it, my heart had set me among the chariots of Amminadib.
Return, O Shulamite
13Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.
13Come back, come back, O Shulamite; come back, come back, so that we may gaze at you. Why would you gaze at the Shulamite, as you would at the dance of two armies?
VII
King James Version — 1611
In Plain English
Her Beauty from Feet to Crown
1How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince’s daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.
1How beautiful your feet are in sandals, O prince's daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of a master craftsman's hands.
2Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
2Your navel is like a round bowl that is never short of wine; your belly is like a heap of wheat with lilies set all around it.
3Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
3Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
4Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
4Your neck is like a tower of ivory; your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim; your nose is like the tower of Lebanon that looks toward Damascus.
5Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.
5Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, and the hair of your head is like royal purple; the king is caught fast in its flowing locks.
The Palm Tree and Its Fruit
6How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
6How beautiful and how pleasing you are, my love, with all your delights!
7This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
7Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts like its clusters of fruit.
8I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
8I said, "I will climb the palm tree and take hold of its branches." May your breasts be like clusters of grapes on the vine, and the fragrance of your breath like apples,
9And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
9and your mouth like the best wine. May it go down smoothly for my beloved, making even the lips of those who sleep begin to speak.
Come, Let Us Go to the Vineyards
10I am my beloved’s, and his desire is toward me.
10I am my beloved's own, and it is me he longs for.
11Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
11Come, my beloved, let us go out to the open fields and stay the night among the villages.
12Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.
12Let us get up early and go to the vineyards, to see if the vine is growing well, whether the tender grapes are showing and the pomegranates have flowered. There I will give you my love.
13The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
13The mandrakes give off their fragrance, and at our doors is every delicious fruit, new and old alike, that I have stored up for you, my beloved.
VIII
King James Version — 1611
In Plain English
If Only You Were My Brother
1O that thou wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! when I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; yea, I should not be despised.
1If only you were like a brother to me, one who nursed at my mother's breasts! Then if I found you outside, I could kiss you, and no one would look down on me.
2I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother’s house, who would instruct me: I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.
2I would lead you and bring you to my mother's house, she who taught me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, the juice of my pomegranates.
3His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.
3His left hand would be under my head, and his right arm would hold me close.
4I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.
4I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem: do not stir up or awaken my love until he pleases.
Who Is This from the Wilderness
5Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I raised thee up under the apple tree: there thy mother brought thee forth: there she brought thee forth that bare thee.
5Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? Under the apple tree I woke you; there your mother was in labor with you; there she who bore you brought you into the world.
Love Is Strong as Death
6Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame.
6Wear me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm, for love is as strong as death, and jealousy is as cruel as the grave. Its coals are burning coals, a fire that blazes with the fiercest flame.
7Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned.
7No amount of water can put out love, and no flood can drown it. If a man offered all the riches of his house to buy love, he would be met with nothing but contempt.
The Brothers and the Little Sister
8We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts: what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?
8We have a little sister, and she has no breasts yet. What shall we do for our sister on the day someone asks for her hand?
9If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she be a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar.
9If she is a wall, we will build a silver battlement on her; if she is a door, we will board her up with cedar planks.
10I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favour.
10I am a wall, and my breasts are like its towers; so I have become, in his eyes, one who has found favor.
Solomon's Vineyard and Her Own
11Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon; he let out the vineyard unto keepers; every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.
11Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon; he rented the vineyard out to keepers, and each was to bring him a thousand pieces of silver for its fruit.
12My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: thou, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.
12My vineyard, my very own, lies before me. You, Solomon, may keep your thousand, and those who tend its fruit their two hundred.
Let Me Hear Your Voice
13Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: cause me to hear it.
13You who live in the gardens, your companions are listening for your voice; let me hear it too.
14Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.
14Hurry, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.