* BOOK22 SONG OF SOLOMON
= CHAPTER 1 
# 1 THE SONG OF SONGS, WHICH IS SOLOMONS.
# 2 LET HIM KISS ME WITH THE KISSES OF HIS MOUTH: FOR THY LOVE IS BETTER THAN
 WINE.
# 3 BECAUSE OF THE SAVOUR OF THY GOOD OINTMENTS THY NAME IS AS OINTMENT
 POURED FORTH, THEREFORE DO THE VIRGINS LOVE THEE.
# 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.
# 5 I AM BLACK, BUT COMELY, O YE DAUGHTERS OF JERUSALEM, AS THE TENTS OF
 KEDAR, AS THE CURTAINS OF SOLOMON.
# 6 LOOK NOT UPON ME, BECAUSE I AM BLACK, BECAUSE THE SUN HATH LOOKED UPON
 ME: MY MOTHERS CHILDREN WERE ANGRY WITH ME; THEY MADE ME THE KEEPER OF THE
 VINEYARDS; BUT MINE OWN VINEYARD HAVE I NOT KEPT.
# 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?
# 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.
# 9 I HAVE COMPARED THEE, O MY LOVE, TO A COMPANY OF HORSES IN PHARAOHS
 CHARIOTS.
# 10 THY CHEEKS ARE COMELY WITH ROWS OF JEWELS, THY NECK WITH CHAINS OF GOLD.
# 11 WE WILL MAKE THEE BORDERS OF GOLD WITH STUDS OF SILVER.
# 12 WHILE THE KING SITTETH AT HIS TABLE, MY SPIKENARD SENDETH FORTH THE
 SMELL THEREOF.
# 13 A BUNDLE OF MYRRH IS MY WELL-BELOVED UNTO ME; HE SHALL LIE ALL NIGHT
 BETWIXT MY BREASTS.
# 14 MY BELOVED IS UNTO ME AS A CLUSTER OF CAMPHIRE IN THE VINEYARDS OF
 ENGEDI.
# 15 BEHOLD, THOU ART FAIR, MY LOVE; BEHOLD, THOU ART FAIR; THOU HAST DOVES
 EYES.
# 16 BEHOLD, THOU ART FAIR, MY BELOVED, YEA, PLEASANT: ALSO OUR BED IS GREEN.
# 17 THE BEAMS OF OUR HOUSE ARE CEDAR, AND OUR RAFTERS OF FIR.
= CHAPTER 2 
# 1 I AM THE ROSE OF SHARON, AND THE LILY OF THE VALLEYS.
# 2 AS THE LILY AMONG THORNS, SO IS MY LOVE AMONG THE DAUGHTERS.
# 3 AS 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.
# 4 HE BROUGHT ME TO THE BANQUETING HOUSE, AND HIS BANNER OVER ME WAS LOVE.
# 5 STAY ME WITH FLAGONS, COMFORT ME WITH APPLES: FOR I AM SICK OF LOVE.
# 6 HIS LEFT HAND IS UNDER MY HEAD, AND HIS RIGHT HAND DOTH EMBRACE ME.
# 7 I 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.
# 8 THE VOICE OF MY BELOVED! BEHOLD, HE COMETH LEAPING UPON THE MOUNTAINS,
 SKIPPING UPON THE HILLS.
# 9 MY 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.
# 10 MY BELOVED SPAKE, AND SAID UNTO ME, RISE UP, MY LOVE, MY FAIR ONE, AND
 COME AWAY.
# 11 FOR, LO, THE WINTER IS PAST, THE RAIN IS OVER AND GONE;
# 12 THE 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;
# 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.
# 14 O 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.
# 15 TAKE US THE FOXES, THE LITTLE FOXES, THAT SPOIL THE VINES: FOR OUR VINES
 HAVE TENDER GRAPES.
# 16 MY BELOVED IS MINE, AND I AM HIS: HE FEEDETH AMONG THE LILIES.
# 17 UNTIL 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.
= CHAPTER 3 
# 1 BY NIGHT ON MY BED I SOUGHT HIM WHOM MY SOUL LOVETH: I SOUGHT HIM, BUT I
 FOUND HIM NOT.
# 2 I 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.
# 3 THE WATCHMEN THAT GO ABOUT THE CITY FOUND ME: TO WHOM I SAID, SAW YE HIM
 WHOM MY SOUL LOVETH?
# 4 IT 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
 MOTHERS HOUSE, AND INTO THE CHAMBER OF HER THAT CONCEIVED ME.
# 5 I 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.
# 6 WHO IS THIS THAT COMETH OUT OF THE WILDERNESS LIKE PILLARS OF SMOKE,
 PERFUMED WITH MYRRH AND FRANKINCENSE, WITH ALL POWDERS OF THE MERCHANT?
# 7 BEHOLD HIS BED, WHICH IS SOLOMONS; THREESCORE VALIANT MEN ARE ABOUT IT,
 OF THE VALIANT OF ISRAEL.
# 8 THEY ALL HOLD SWORDS, BEING EXPERT IN WAR: EVERY MAN HATH HIS SWORD UPON
 HIS THIGH BECAUSE OF FEAR IN THE NIGHT.
# 9 KING SOLOMON MADE HIMSELF A CHARIOT OF THE WOOD OF LEBANON.
# 10 HE 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.
# 11 GO 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.
= CHAPTER 4 
# 1 BEHOLD, 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.
# 2 THY 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.
# 3 THY LIPS ARE LIKE A THREAD OF SCARLET, AND THY SPEECH IS COMELY: THY
 TEMPLES ARE LIKE A PIECE OF A POMEGRANATE WITHIN THY LOCKS.
# 4 THY NECK IS LIKE THE TOWER OF DAVID BUILDED FOR AN ARMOURY, WHEREON THERE
 HANG A THOUSAND BUCKLERS, ALL SHIELDS OF MIGHTY MEN.
# 5 THY TWO BREASTS ARE LIKE TWO YOUNG ROES THAT ARE TWINS, WHICH FEED AMONG
 THE LILIES.
# 6 UNTIL THE DAY BREAK, AND THE SHADOWS FLEE AWAY, I WILL GET ME TO THE
 MOUNTAIN OF MYRRH, AND TO THE HILL OF FRANKINCENSE.
# 7 THOU ART ALL FAIR, MY LOVE; THERE IS NO SPOT IN THEE.
# 8 COME 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.
# 9 THOU HAST RAVISHED MY HEART, MY SISTER, MY SPOUSE; THOU HAST RAVISHED MY
 HEART WITH ONE OF THINE EYES, WITH ONE CHAIN OF THY NECK.
# 10 HOW 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!
# 11 THY 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.
# 12 A GARDEN INCLOSED IS MY SISTER, MY SPOUSE; A SPRING SHUT UP, A FOUNTAIN
 SEALED.
# 13 THY PLANTS ARE AN ORCHARD OF POMEGRANATES, WITH PLEASANT FRUITS;
 CAMPHIRE, WITH SPIKENARD,
# 14 SPIKENARD AND SAFFRON; CALAMUS AND CINNAMON, WITH ALL TREES OF
 FRANKINCENSE; MYRRH AND ALOES, WITH ALL THE CHIEF SPICES:
# 15 A FOUNTAIN OF GARDENS, A WELL OF LIVING WATERS, AND STREAMS FROM
 LEBANON.
# 16 AWAKE, 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.
= CHAPTER 5 
# 1 I 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.
# 2 I 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.
# 3 I HAVE PUT OFF MY COAT; HOW SHALL I PUT IT ON? I HAVE WASHED MY FEET; HOW
 SHALL I DEFILE THEM?
# 4 MY BELOVED PUT IN HIS HAND BY THE HOLE OF THE DOOR, AND MY BOWELS WERE
 MOVED FOR HIM.
# 5 I 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.
# 6 I 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.
# 7 THE 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.
# 8 I CHARGE YOU, O DAUGHTERS OF JERUSALEM, IF YE FIND MY BELOVED, THAT YE
 TELL HIM, THAT I AM SICK OF LOVE.
# 9 WHAT 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?
# 10 MY BELOVED IS WHITE AND RUDDY, THE CHIEFEST AMONG TEN THOUSAND.
# 11 HIS HEAD IS AS THE MOST FINE GOLD, HIS LOCKS ARE BUSHY, AND BLACK AS A
 RAVEN.
# 12 HIS EYES ARE AS THE EYES OF DOVES BY THE RIVERS OF WATERS, WASHED WITH
 MILK, AND FITLY SET.
# 13 HIS CHEEKS ARE AS A BED OF SPICES, AS SWEET FLOWERS: HIS LIPS LIKE
 LILIES, DROPPING SWEET SMELLING MYRRH.
# 14 HIS HANDS ARE AS GOLD RINGS SET WITH THE BERYL: HIS BELLY IS AS BRIGHT
 IVORY OVERLAID WITH SAPPHIRES.
# 15 HIS LEGS ARE AS PILLARS OF MARBLE, SET UPON SOCKETS OF FINE GOLD: HIS
 COUNTENANCE IS AS LEBANON, EXCELLENT AS THE CEDARS.
# 16 HIS MOUTH IS MOST SWEET: YEA, HE IS ALTOGETHER LOVELY. THIS IS MY
 BELOVED, AND THIS IS MY FRIEND, O DAUGHTERS OF JERUSALEM.
= CHAPTER 6 
# 1 WHITHER IS THY BELOVED GONE, O THOU FAIREST AMONG WOMEN? WHITHER IS THY
 BELOVED TURNED ASIDE? THAT WE MAY SEEK HIM WITH THEE.
# 2 MY BELOVED IS GONE DOWN INTO HIS GARDEN, TO THE BEDS OF SPICES, TO FEED
 IN THE GARDENS, AND TO GATHER LILIES.
# 3 I AM MY BELOVEDS, AND MY BELOVED IS MINE: HE FEEDETH AMONG THE LILIES.
# 4 THOU ART BEAUTIFUL, O MY LOVE, AS TIRZAH, COMELY AS JERUSALEM, TERRIBLE
 AS AN ARMY WITH BANNERS.
# 5 TURN AWAY THINE EYES FROM ME, FOR THEY HAVE OVERCOME ME: THY HAIR IS AS A
 FLOCK OF GOATS THAT APPEAR FROM GILEAD.
# 6 THY 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.
# 7 AS A PIECE OF A POMEGRANATE ARE THY TEMPLES WITHIN THY LOCKS.
# 8 THERE ARE THREESCORE QUEENS, AND FOURSCORE CONCUBINES, AND VIRGINS
 WITHOUT NUMBER.
# 9 MY 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.
# 10 WHO IS SHE THAT LOOKETH FORTH AS THE MORNING, FAIR AS THE MOON, CLEAR AS
 THE SUN, AND TERRIBLE AS AN ARMY WITH BANNERS?
# 11 I 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.
# 12 OR EVER I WAS AWARE, MY SOUL MADE ME LIKE THE CHARIOTS OF AMMINADIB.
# 13 RETURN, 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.
= CHAPTER 7 
# 1 HOW BEAUTIFUL ARE THY FEET WITH SHOES, O PRINCES DAUGHTER! THE JOINTS OF
 THY THIGHS ARE LIKE JEWELS, THE WORK OF THE HANDS OF A CUNNING WORKMAN.
# 2 THY NAVEL IS LIKE A ROUND GOBLET, WHICH WANTETH NOT LIQUOR: THY BELLY IS
 LIKE AN HEAP OF WHEAT SET ABOUT WITH LILIES.
# 3 THY TWO BREASTS ARE LIKE TWO YOUNG ROES THAT ARE TWINS.
# 4 THY 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.
# 5 THINE HEAD UPON THEE IS LIKE CARMEL, AND THE HAIR OF THINE HEAD LIKE
 PURPLE; THE KING IS HELD IN THE GALLERIES.
# 6 HOW FAIR AND HOW PLEASANT ART THOU, O LOVE, FOR DELIGHTS! IT
# 7 THIS THY STATURE IS LIKE TO A PALM TREE, AND THY BREASTS TO CLUSTERS OF
 GRAPES.
# 8 I 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;
# 9 AND 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.
# 10 I AM MY BELOVEDS, AND HIS DESIRE IS TOWARD ME.
# 11 COME, MY BELOVED, LET US GO FORTH INTO THE FIELD; LET US LODGE IN THE
 VILLAGES.
# 12 LET 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.
# 13 THE 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.
= CHAPTER 8 
# 1 O 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.
# 2 I WOULD LEAD THEE, AND BRING THEE INTO MY MOTHERS HOUSE, WHO WOULD
 INSTRUCT ME: I WOULD CAUSE THEE TO DRINK OF SPICED WINE OF THE JUICE OF MY
 POMEGRANATE.
# 3 HIS LEFT HAND SHOULD BE UNDER MY HEAD, AND HIS RIGHT HAND SHOULD EMBRACE
 ME.
# 4 I CHARGE YOU, O DAUGHTERS OF JERUSALEM, THAT YE STIR NOT UP, NOR AWAKE MY
 LOVE, UNTIL HE PLEASE.
# 5 WHO 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.
# 6 SET 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.
# 7 MANY 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.
# 8 WE 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?
# 9 IF 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.
# 10 I AM A WALL, AND MY BREASTS LIKE TOWERS: THEN WAS I IN HIS EYES AS ONE
 THAT FOUND FAVOUR.
# 11 SOLOMON 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.
# 12 MY VINEYARD, WHICH IS MINE, IS BEFORE ME: THOU, O SOLOMON, MUST HAVE A
 THOUSAND, AND THOSE THAT KEEP THE FRUIT THEREOF TWO HUNDRED.
# 13 THOU THAT DWELLEST IN THE GARDENS, THE COMPANIONS HEARKEN TO THY VOICE:
 CAUSE ME TO HEAR IT.
# 14 MAKE HASTE, MY BELOVED, AND BE THOU LIKE TO A ROE OR TO A YOUNG HART
 UPON THE MOUNTAINS OF SPICES.
