| 1:1 | The song of songs, which is Solomon's. |
| 1:2 | Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine. |
| 1:3 | Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee. |
| 1:4 | 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. |
| 1:5 | I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon. |
| 1:6 | 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. |
| 1:7 | 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? |
| 1:8 | 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. |
| 1:9 | I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots. |
| 1:9 | 我的佳偶、我將你比法老車上套的駿馬。 |
| 1:9 | 我的佳偶，我将你比法老车上套的骏马。 |
| son:2:2 | As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters. |
| son:2:10 | My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. |
| son:2:13 | The 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. |
| 2ch:1:16 | And Solomon had horses brought out of Egypt, and linen yarn: the king's merchants received the linen yarn at a price. |
| 2ch:1:17 | And they fetched up, and brought forth out of Egypt a chariot for six hundred shekels of silver, and an horse for an hundred and fifty: and so brought they out horses for all the kings of the Hittites, and for the kings of Syria, by their means. |
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| 1:10 | Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold. |
| 1:11 | We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver. |
| 1:12 | While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof. |
| 1:13 | A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts. |
| 1:14 | My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi. |
| 1:15 | Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes. |
| 1:16 | Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green. |
| 1:17 | The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir. |
