| 1:1 | The most beautiful song of Solomon. |
| 1:2 | [Bride] Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth. Your expressions of love are better than wine, |
| 1:3 | better than the fragrance of cologne. (Cologne should be named after you.) No wonder the young women love you! |
| 1:4 | Take me with you. Let's run away. The king has brought me into his private rooms. [The chorus of young women] We will celebrate and rejoice with you. We will praise your expressions of love more than wine. How right it is that the young women love you! |
| 1:5 | [Bride] Young women of Jerusalem, I am dark and lovely like Kedar's tents, like Solomon's curtains. |
| 1:6 | Stop staring at me because I am so dark. The sun has tanned me. My brothers were angry with me. They made me the caretaker of the vineyards. I have not even taken care of my own vineyard. |
| 1:7 | Please tell me, you whom I love, where do you graze your flock? Where does your flock lie down at noon? Tell me, or I will be considered a prostitute wandering among the flocks of your companions. |
| 1:8 | [The chorus of young women] If you do not know, most beautiful of women, follow the tracks of the flocks, and graze your young goats near the shepherds' tents. |
| 1:9 | [Groom] My true love, I compare you to a mare among Pharaoh's stallions. |
| 1:10 | Your cheeks are lovely with ornaments, your neck with strings of pearls. |
| 1:11 | [The chorus of young women] We will make gold ornaments with silver beads for you. |
| 1:12 | [Bride] While the king is at his table, my perfume fills the air with its fragrance. |
| 1:13 | My beloved is a pouch of myrrh that lies at night between my breasts. |
| 1:14 | My beloved is a bouquet of henna flowers in the vineyards of En Gedi. |
| 1:15 | [Groom] Look at you! You are beautiful, my true love! Look at you! You are so beautiful! Your eyes are like doves! |
| 1:16 | [Bride] Look at you! You are handsome, my beloved, so pleasing to me! The leafscattered ground will be our couch. |
| 1:17 | The cedars will be the walls of our house. The cypress trees will be our rafters. |
Song of Solomon 1 - God's Word Translation
