Song of Songs

1Chapter
1The Song of Songs, which is Solomon’s.
2Oh, that he would kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your caresses are more delightful than wine. 3The fragrance of your perfume is intoxicating; your name is perfume poured out. No wonder young women adore you. 4Take me with you —let’s hurry. Oh, that the king would bring me to his chambers. We will rejoice and be glad in you; we will celebrate your caresses more than wine. It is only right that they adore you.
5Daughters of Jerusalem, I am dark like the tents of Kedar, yet lovely like the curtains of Solomon. 6Do not stare at me because I am dark, for the sun has gazed on me. My mother’s sons were angry with me; they made me take care of the vineyards. I have not taken care of my own vineyard.
7Tell me, you whom I love: Where do you pasture your sheep? Where do you let them rest at noon? Why should I be like one who veils herself beside the flocks of your companions?
8If you do not know, most beautiful of women, follow the tracks of the flock, and pasture your young goats near the shepherds’ tents.
9I compare you, my darling, to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots. 10Your cheeks are beautiful with jewelry, your neck with its necklace. 11We will make gold jewelry for you, accented with silver.
12While the king is on his couch, my perfume releases its fragrance. 13The one I love is a sachet of myrrh to me, spending the night between my breasts. 14The one I love is a cluster of henna blossoms to me, in the vineyards of En-gedi.
15How beautiful you are, my darling. How very beautiful! Your eyes are doves.
16How handsome you are, my love. How delightful! Our bed is verdant; 17the beams of our house are cedars, and our rafters are cypresses.
2Chapter
1I am a wildflower of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
2Like a lily among thorns, so is my darling among the young women.
3Like an apricot tree among the trees of the forest, so is my love among the young men. I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste. 4He brought me to the banquet hall, and he looked on me with love. 5Sustain me with raisins; refresh me with apricots, for I am lovesick. 6May his left hand be under my head, and his right arm embrace me. 7Young women of Jerusalem, I charge you by the gazelles and the wild does of the field, do not stir up or awaken love until the appropriate time.
8Listen! My love is approaching. Look! Here he comes, leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills. 9My love is like a gazelle or a young stag. See, he is standing behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice. 10My love calls to me: Arise, my darling. Come away, my beautiful one. 11For now the winter is past; the rain has ended and gone away. 12The blossoms appear in the countryside. The time of singing has come, and the turtledove’s cooing is heard in our land. 13The fig tree ripens its figs; the blossoming vines give off their fragrance. Arise, my darling. Come away, my beautiful one.
14My dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the crevices of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.
15Catch the foxes for us — the little foxes that ruin the vineyards— for our vineyards are in bloom.
16My love is mine and I am his; he feeds among the lilies. 17Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, turn around, my love, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the divided mountains.
3Chapter
1In my bed at night I sought the one I love; I sought him, but did not find him. 2I will arise now and go about the city, through the streets and the plazas. I will seek the one I love. I sought him, but did not find him. 3The guards who go about the city found me. I asked them, “Have you seen the one I love?” 4I had just passed them when I found the one I love. I held on to him and would not let him go until I brought him to my mother’s house — to the chamber of the one who conceived me. 5Young women of Jerusalem, I charge you by the gazelles and the wild does of the field, do not stir up or awaken love until the appropriate time.
6Who is this coming up from the wilderness like columns of smoke, scented with myrrh and frankincense from every fragrant powder of the merchant?
7Look! Solomon’s bed surrounded by sixty warriors from the mighty men of Israel. 8All of them are skilled with swords and trained in warfare. Each has his sword at his side to guard against the terror of the night.
9King Solomon made a carriage for himself with wood from Lebanon. 10He made its posts of silver, its back of gold, and its seat of purple. Its interior is inlaid with love by the young women of Jerusalem. 11Go out, young women of Zion, and gaze at King Solomon, wearing the crown his mother placed on him on the day of his wedding — the day of his heart’s rejoicing.
4Chapter
1How beautiful you are, my darling. How very beautiful! Behind your veil, your eyes are doves. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down Mount Gilead. 2Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn sheep coming up from washing, each one bearing twins, and none has lost its young. 3Your lips are like a scarlet cord, and your mouth is lovely. Behind your veil, your brow is like a slice of pomegranate. 4Your neck is like the tower of David, constructed in layers. A thousand shields are hung on it— all of them shields of warriors. 5Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, that feed among the lilies. 6Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, I will make my way to the mountain of myrrh and the hill of frankincense. 7You are absolutely beautiful, my darling; there is no imperfection in you.
8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride; come with me from Lebanon! Descend from the peak of Amana, from the summit of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards. 9You have captured my heart, my sister, my bride. You have captured my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace. 10How delightful your caresses are, my sister, my bride. Your caresses are much better than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than any balsam. 11Your 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.
12My sister, my bride, you are a locked garden— a locked garden and a sealed spring. 13Your branches are a paradise of pomegranates with choicest fruits; henna with nard, 14nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all the trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices. 15You are a garden spring, a well of flowing water streaming from Lebanon.
16Awaken, north wind; come, south wind. Blow on my garden, and spread the fragrance of its spices. Let my love come to his garden and eat its choicest fruits.
5Chapter
1I have come to my garden—my sister, my bride. I gather my myrrh with my spices. I eat my honeycomb with my honey. I drink my wine with my milk. Eat, friends! Drink, be intoxicated with caresses!
2I was sleeping, but my heart was awake. A sound! My love was knocking! Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my perfect one. For my head is drenched with dew, my hair with droplets of the night.
3I have taken off my clothing. How can I put it back on? I have washed my feet. How can I get them dirty? 4My love thrust his hand through the opening, and my feelings were stirred for him. 5I rose to open for my love. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh on the handles of the bolt. 6I opened to my love, but my love had turned and gone away. My heart sank because he had left. I sought him, but did not find him. I called him, but he did not answer. 7The guards who go about the city found me. They beat and wounded me; they took my cloak from me— the guardians of the walls. 8Young women of Jerusalem, I charge you, if you find my love, tell him that I am lovesick.
9What makes the one you love better than another, most beautiful of women? What makes him better than another, that you would give us this charge?
10My love is fit and strong, notable among ten thousand.
11His head is purest gold. His hair is wavy and black as a raven. 12His eyes are like doves beside flowing streams, washed in milk and set like jewels. 13His cheeks are like beds of spice, mounds of perfume. His lips are lilies, dripping with flowing myrrh. 14His arms are rods of gold set with beryl. His body is an ivory panel covered with lapis lazuli. 15His legs are alabaster pillars set on pedestals of pure gold. His presence is like Lebanon, as majestic as the cedars. 16His mouth is sweetness. He is absolutely desirable. This is my love, and this is my friend, young women of Jerusalem.
6Chapter
1Where has your love gone, most beautiful of women? Which way has he turned? We will seek him with you.
2My love has gone down to his garden, to beds of spice, to feed in the gardens and gather lilies. 3I am my love’s and my love is mine; he feeds among the lilies.
4You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling, lovely as Jerusalem, awe-inspiring as an army with banners. 5Turn your eyes away from me, for they captivate me. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down from Gilead. 6Your teeth are like a flock of ewes coming up from washing, each one having a twin, and not one missing. 7Behind your veil, your brow is like a slice of pomegranate. 8There are sixty queens and eighty concubines and young women without number. 9But my dove, my virtuous one, is unique; she is the favorite of her mother, perfect to the one who gave her birth. Women see her and declare her fortunate; queens and concubines also, and they sing her praises: 10Who is this who shines like the dawn, as beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, awe-inspiring as an army with banners?
11I came down to the walnut grove to see the blossoms of the valley, to see if the vines were budding and the pomegranates blooming. 12I didn’t know what was happening to me. I felt like I was in a chariot with a nobleman.
13Come back, come back, Shulammite! Come back, come back, that we may look at you! How you gaze at the Shulammite, as you look at the dance of the two camps!
7Chapter
1How beautiful are your sandaled feet, princess! The curves of your thighs are like jewelry, the handiwork of a master. 2Your navel is a rounded bowl; it never lacks mixed wine. Your belly is a mound of wheat surrounded by lilies. 3Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle. 4Your neck is like a tower of ivory, your eyes like pools in Heshbon by Bath-rabbim’s gate. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon looking toward Damascus. 5Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, the hair of your head like purple cloth— a king could be held captive in your tresses. 6How beautiful you are and how pleasant, my love, with such delights! 7Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit. 8I said, “I will climb the palm tree and take hold of its fruit.” May your breasts be like clusters of grapes, and the fragrance of your breath like apricots. 9Your mouth is like fine wine — flowing smoothly for my love, gliding past my lips and teeth! 10I am my love’s, and his desire is for me.
11Come, my love, let’s go to the field; let’s spend the night among the henna blossoms. 12Let’s go early to the vineyards; let’s see if the vine has budded, if the blossom has opened, if the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my caresses. 13The mandrakes give off a fragrance, and at our doors is every delicacy, both new and old. I have treasured them up for you, my love.
8Chapter
1If only I could treat you like my brother, one who nursed at my mother’s breasts, I would find you in public and kiss you, and no one would scorn me. 2I would lead you, I would take you, to the house of my mother who taught me. I would give you spiced wine to drink from the juice of my pomegranate. 3May his left hand be under my head, and his right arm embrace me. 4Young women of Jerusalem, I charge you, do not stir up or awaken love until the appropriate time.
5Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning on the one she loves? I awakened you under the apricot tree. There your mother conceived you; there she conceived and gave you birth. 6Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm. For love is as strong as death; jealousy is as unrelenting as Sheol. Love’s flames are fiery flames — an almighty flame! 7A huge torrent cannot extinguish love; rivers cannot sweep it away. If a man were to give all his wealth for love, it would be utterly scorned.
8Our sister is young; she has no breasts. What will we do for our sister on the day she is spoken for? 9If she is a wall, we will build a silver barricade on her. If she is a door, we will enclose her with cedar planks.
10I am a wall and my breasts like towers. So to him I have become like one who finds peace.
11Solomon owned a vineyard in Baal-hamon. He leased the vineyard to tenants. Each was to bring for his fruit one thousand pieces of silver. 12I have my own vineyard. The one thousand are for you, Solomon, but two hundred for those who take care of its fruits.
13You who dwell in the gardens, companions are listening for your voice; let me hear you!
14Run away with me, my love, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.
Study
Chapter 4
CSB

If this word-picture of the bride’s beauty is taken as a visual image, the effect is grotesque—hair like goats’ hair, teeth like shorn sheep, lips like string or rope, brow (or cheek) like sliced fruit, neck like a tower strung with shields, breasts like immature gazelles. But Hebrew word-pictures are not static photographic images; they attempt to convey the impression of dynamism, or strength and movement, in what is being described. It was the rich flow of the bride’s hair that the poet compared to a flock of goats streaming down the pastures of prosperous Gilead. The uniformity and cleanliness of her teeth and the richness of her lips were what those images sought to convey. The symmetry and smoothness of pomegranate halves made a fitting analogy for the bride’s cheeks; the pomegranate was used to decorate the robes of the high priest (Ex 28:33-34) and the capitals of the temple’s pillars (1Kg 7:18-20). The bride wore an elaborate necklace that reminded the poet of the shields hung on the battlements of Jerusalem—a symbol of her pride and strength of character, and perhaps of her inviolable virginity. Her breasts were not obtrusive, but shyly hid themselves like fawns feeding under the watchful eye of their mother.

ESV

The first part of v. 1 is repeated in v. 7, creating a literary envelope for a section that describes the woman’s physical beauty, starting at the eyes and working systematically downward. Although the metaphors are vivid, they are somewhat obscure to those who do not share the author’s culture, and one must be careful not to press them too far. Nevertheless, they should still cause an emotional response in the reader.

ESV

Gilead is the area surrounding the Jabbok River, which flows into the lower half of the Jordan River from the east.

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twins … not one … has lost its young. All her teeth are present (a not-so-common occurrence in the ancient world) and attractively matched within her mouth.

ESV

Pomegranate is a fruit with an orange-red leathery skin and deep pink succulent fleshy sacks with a subtle taste that is refreshing in the heat of summer. The metaphor is picking up on the beautiful color of either the skin or the flesh of this fruit.

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The Tower of David is unmentioned outside of the Song of Solomon and little is known about it. The association with David, however, heightens the sense of dignity already implicit in the image of a tower. Dignity, rather than the physical attributes of the tower, probably provides the point of comparison.

CSB

The explicit reference to “breasts” prompted early interpreters to treat the term as symbolic. The Targum (Aramaic translation and explanation of the OT) correlated two breasts with two messiahs, or with Moses and Aaron. Historically, Christian interpreters offered a variety of explanations. Some argued that the two breasts referred to the two Testaments, spiritually nourishing the church. Another perspective correlated the breasts with the dual commands to love God and to love one another. A third view believed the breasts symbolized Mount Ebal and Mount Gerizim (Dt 27:11-13), located north of Jerusalem, from which the Israelite tribes proclaimed the curses, or sanctions, of the covenant. It is not likely that mention of the breasts is especially intended to suggest the bride’s sexual appeal to the male, even in a literal reading; they were listed here along with other features of the bride that equally impressed the poet (Sg 4:1-7). It is only in modern times that women’s breasts have a “suggestive” connotation in Western culture. In ancient and medieval times they were symbols of their function: providing nourishment or nurture. Medieval illustrations exist, for example, of the Virgin Mary supplying milk from her breasts to the baby Jesus.

ESV

Fawns (young deer) refers to the youthful appearance of her two breasts. Gazelle probably refers to her appealingly sleek form.

ESV

This verse starts with a phrase similar to that of 2:17, indicating the man’s desire to spend time with the woman. The reference to a mountain and a hill could continue the theme of the previous verse and refer to the woman’s breasts or, alternatively, to the woman as a whole. The point is that being with her is like inhaling an intoxicating fragrance.

ESV

In the man’s eyes, this woman is without physical fault or flaw and is altogether beautiful.

ESV

Hermon (for which Senir is a synonym) is a peak in a range that starts in the extreme north of Israel near Dan and extends northward into Lebanon (and includes other peaks, such as Amana). These all represent the thought that the man is calling the woman from desolate places that have perils (cf. the references to lions and leopards). The term my bride (six times in 4:8–5:1 and nowhere else in the Song of Solomon) would seem appropriate only after the wedding; this probably indicates that this scene (4:1–5:1) also takes place in the woman’s dream, as she looks forward to what the wedding day will bring.

ESV

The heart was considered the center of one’s inner life, the place of thinking, feeling, and choosing (cf. Prov. 4:23). Sister was a common term of endearment between couples in the ancient Near East. glance of your eyes. See note on Song 6:5.

ESV

wine. See note on 1:2.

ESV

Whereas the woman’s lips and mouth were previously described in terms of beauty (v. 3), here her lips and tongue are described in terms of taste (nectar, honey, and milk, the latter two often being paired together in the Bible, as in the description of the Promised Land in Ex. 3:8). This heightens the sensuality of the man’s continued description of his beautiful bride-to-be.

CSB

Clearly, “garden” (v. 15; 5:1; 6:2) is a euphemism, a polite expression used to refer to delicate subjects. The fertility and lushness of the garden figuratively illustrates the woman’s most intimate physical characteristics. Significantly, the garden is “locked,” emphasizing chastity and therefore, inaccessibility to anyone except her husband.

ESV

A garden (more like modern parks than flowerbeds) is not only a welcoming place for lovers but is regularly associated with a woman’s sexuality in the ancient Near East. A spring or fountain reflects a similar concept (cf. Prov. 5:15–19). Notice that her garden and spring are locked, indicating that she reserves herself for her lover alone.

ESV

Her garden contains choicest fruits and spices in great array and abundance. See notes on 1:12 (nard) and 1:14 (henna).

ESV

Saffron is a kind of crocus with a purple flower, while calamus is a cane. Both can be used to produce a sweet-scented oil. Cinnamon is akin to the present-day aromatic bark, although its use was not limited to cooking (cf. Prov. 7:17, which also identifies aloes as a fragrant wood). On frankincense and myrrh, see notes on Song 1:13 and 3:6.

ESV

The garden-fountain metaphor is extended to indicate the refreshing quality of the woman’s sexuality. In Hebrew, living water refers to fresh running water, the best kind available (e.g., Lev. 14:5; Jer. 2:13; cf. John 4:10; 7:38), as opposed to ground water or water stored in a cistern.

ESV

Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind. The reference to the winds may reflect the man’s desire for the woman to offer an invitation to him. This is granted in the second half of the verse.