Song of Songs. The best song there is.
SONG OF SOLOMON 1:1 · BSB
This is Solomon’s Song of Songs.
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Song of Solomon, as a timeline
Every post in Song of Solomon, in order. Tap a post for the whole conversation, or the book icon for the verses.
Song of Solomon 1
I want him to kiss me. His love is better than wine. Even his name is like perfume. No wonder all the girls love him.
SONG OF SOLOMON 1:2–3 · BSB
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is more delightful than wine. The fragrance of your perfume is pleasing; your name is like perfume poured out. No wonder the maidens adore you.
Replying to @shulammite
Honestly so happy for you. We’ll be singing about your love more than wine. Everyone adores him, and fair enough.
SONG OF SOLOMON 1:4 · BSB
Take me away with you—let us hurry! May the king bring me to his chambers. We will rejoice and delight in you; we will praise your love more than wine. It is only right that they adore you.
Yes, I’m dark. And lovely. Don’t stare at me. It’s the sun. My brothers were angry with me and made me look after the vineyards, and my own vineyard I let go.
SONG OF SOLOMON 1:5–6 · BSB
I am dark, yet lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon. Do not stare because I am dark, for the sun has gazed upon me. My mother’s sons were angry with me; they made me a keeper of the vineyards, but my own vineyard I have neglected.
Where do you take your sheep at midday, love? Tell me. Why should I be wandering round your friends’ flocks looking for you?
SONG OF SOLOMON 1:7 · BSB
Tell me, O one I love, where do you pasture your sheep? Where do you rest them at midday? Why should I be like a veiled woman beside the flocks of your companions?
Replying to @shulammite
Gorgeous, if you don’t know, just follow the flock’s tracks. Graze your young goats by the shepherds’ tents.
SONG OF SOLOMON 1:8 · BSB
If you do not know, O fairest of women, follow the tracks of the flock, and graze your young goats near the tents of the shepherds.
How beautiful you are, my darling. Your eyes are doves.
SONG OF SOLOMON 1:15 · BSB
How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how very beautiful! Your eyes are like doves.
Replying to @herbeloved
How handsome you are, my love.
SONG OF SOLOMON 1:16 · BSB
How handsome you are, my beloved! Oh, how delightful! The soft grass is our bed.
Song of Solomon 2
I’m a rose of Sharon. A lily of the valleys.
SONG OF SOLOMON 2:1 · BSB
I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valley.
Replying to @shulammite
Like a lily among thorns. That’s you, next to the other girls.
SONG OF SOLOMON 2:2 · BSB
Like a lily among the thorns is my darling among the maidens.
Next to the other young men, he’s an apple tree among the forest trees. I love sitting in his shade. He’s brought me into the banquet hall, and the banner over me is love.
SONG OF SOLOMON 2:3–4 · BSB
Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest is my beloved among the young men. I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste. He has brought me to the house of wine, and his banner over me is love.
Daughters of Jerusalem, promise me: don’t stir up love until it’s ready.
SONG OF SOLOMON 2:7 · BSB
O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you by the gazelles and does of the field: Do not arouse or awaken love until the time is right.
Listen! It’s him. Leaping over the mountains like a gazelle. Now he’s standing behind our wall, looking in through the window.
SONG OF SOLOMON 2:8–9 · BSB
Listen! My beloved approaches. Look! Here he comes, leaping across the mountains, bounding over the hills. My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look, he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice.
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Replying to @shulammite
Get up, my darling. Come away with me, my beautiful one. The winter’s over. The rain’s gone. The flowers are out, the doves are singing, the figs are ripening. Come away.
SONG OF SOLOMON 2:10–13 · BSB
My beloved calls to me, “Arise, my darling. Come away with me, my beautiful one. For now the winter is past; the rain is over and gone. The flowers have appeared in the countryside; the season of singing has come, and the cooing of turtledoves is heard in our land. The fig tree ripens its figs; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, come away, my darling; come away with me, my beautiful one.”
Catch the foxes for us. The little foxes that ruin the vineyards, just as they’re coming into bloom.
SONG OF SOLOMON 2:15 · BSB
Catch for us the foxes—the little foxes that ruin the vineyards—for our vineyards are in bloom.
My beloved is mine, and I am his.
SONG OF SOLOMON 2:16 · BSB
My beloved is mine and I am his; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
Song of Solomon 3
Couldn’t sleep. Lay there at night looking for him and he wasn’t there. So I got up and went through the streets and squares. Asked the watchmen on their rounds if they’d seen him. I’d only just passed them when I found him. Held on to him and wouldn’t let go.
SONG OF SOLOMON 3:1–4 · BSB
On my bed at night I sought the one I love; I sought him, but did not find him. I will arise now and go about the city, through the streets and squares. I will seek the one I love. So I sought him but did not find him. I encountered the watchmen on their rounds of the city: “Have you seen the one I love?” I had just passed them when I found the one I love. I held him and would not let go until I had brought him to my mother’s house, to the chamber of the one who conceived me.
Right, what’s that coming up from the desert like a column of smoke, smelling of myrrh and frankincense? Only Solomon’s carriage. Sixty of Israel’s best warriors round it, swords at their sides. Made from Lebanon timber, apparently.
SONG OF SOLOMON 3:6–9 · BSB
Who is this coming up from the wilderness like a column of smoke, scented with myrrh and frankincense from all the spices of the merchant? Behold, it is Solomon’s carriage, escorted by sixty of the mightiest men of Israel. All are skilled with the sword, experienced in warfare. Each has his sword at his side prepared for the terror of the night. King Solomon has made his carriage out of the timber of Lebanon.
Replying to @someone.in.jerusalem
Silver posts, gold base, purple seat. And the inside? That was us, lovingly done. You’re welcome.
SONG OF SOLOMON 3:10 · BSB
He has made its posts of silver, its base of gold, its seat of purple fabric. Its interior is inlaid with love by the daughters of Jerusalem.
Song of Solomon 4
How beautiful you are, my darling. So beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. You’re beautiful all over. There’s not a flaw in you.
SONG OF SOLOMON 4:1; SONG OF SOLOMON 4:7 · BSB
How beautiful you are, my darling—how very beautiful! Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down Mount Gilead. You are altogether beautiful, my darling; in you there is no flaw.
You’ve stolen my heart, my bride. With one look.
SONG OF SOLOMON 4:9 · BSB
You have captured my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your neck.
My bride is a garden locked up. A spring shut away. A sealed fountain.
SONG OF SOLOMON 4:12 · BSB
My sister, my bride, you are a garden locked up, a spring enclosed, a fountain sealed.
Song of Solomon 5
I was asleep, but my heart was awake. Then knocking. It’s him: open up, my darling, my head’s soaked with dew. I’d already taken my robe off. I’d washed my feet. Did I really have to get up again? By the time I got up and opened the door, he’d gone. I called and called. No answer.
SONG OF SOLOMON 5:2–6 · BSB
I sleep, but my heart is awake. A sound! My beloved is knocking: “Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one. My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night.” I have taken off my robe—must I put it back on? I have washed my feet—must I soil them again? My beloved put his hand to the latch; my heart pounded for him. I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh on the handles of the bolt. I opened for my beloved, but he had turned and gone. My heart sank at his departure. I sought him but did not find him. I called, but he did not answer.
Daughters of Jerusalem, if you find him, tell him I’m sick with love.
SONG OF SOLOMON 5:8 · BSB
O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you, if you find my beloved, tell him I am sick with love.
Replying to @shulammite
Okay but what’s so special about him? You’ve made us promise and everything.
SONG OF SOLOMON 5:9 · BSB
How is your beloved better than others, O most beautiful among women? How is your beloved better than another, that you charge us so?
Song of Solomon 6
Sixty queens, eighty concubines, more young women than you could count. But my dove, my perfect one, is the only one. Even the queens sing her praises.
SONG OF SOLOMON 6:8–9 · BSB
There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number, but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the favorite of the mother who bore her. The maidens see her and call her blessed; the queens and concubines sing her praises.
Who is this, shining like the dawn? Lovely as the moon, bright as the sun. Come back, come back, Shulammite, let us look at you.
SONG OF SOLOMON 6:10; SONG OF SOLOMON 6:13 · BSB
Who is this who shines like the dawn, as fair as the moon, as bright as the sun, as majestic as the stars in procession? Come back, come back, O Shulammite! Come back, come back, that we may gaze upon you. Why do you look at the Shulammite, as on the dance of Mahanaim?
Song of Solomon 7
I belong to my beloved, and he wants me.
SONG OF SOLOMON 7:10 · BSB
I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.
Come on, love, let’s go out to the countryside and spend the night among the wildflowers. Up early to the vineyards to see if the vines have budded and the pomegranates are in flower. There I’ll give you my love.
SONG OF SOLOMON 7:11–12 · BSB
Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside; let us spend the night among the wildflowers. Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vine has budded, if the blossom has opened, if the pomegranates are in bloom—there I will give you my love.
Song of Solomon 8
Saying it again. Don’t stir up love until it’s ready.
The Shulammite@shulammiteDaughters of Jerusalem, promise me: don’t stir up love until it’s ready.SONG OF SOLOMON 8:4 · BSB
O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you: Do not arouse or awaken love until the time is right.
Who’s this coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved?
SONG OF SOLOMON 8:5 · BSB
Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? I roused you under the apple tree; there your mother conceived you; there she travailed and brought you forth.
Set me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm. Love is as strong as death. Its flames are the fiercest fire of all. Floods can’t put it out. Rivers can’t wash it away. If a man offered everything he owned for love, he’d be laughed at.
SONG OF SOLOMON 8:6–7 · BSB
Set me as a seal over your heart, as a seal upon your arm. For love is as strong as death, its jealousy as unrelenting as Sheol. Its sparks are fiery flames, the fiercest blaze of all. Mighty waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot sweep it away. If a man were to give all the wealth of his house for love, his offer would be utterly scorned.
We’ve got a little sister. Still young. What do we do for her when someone comes asking to marry her? If she’s a wall, we’ll build a silver tower on her. If she’s a door, we’ll board her up with cedar.
SONG OF SOLOMON 8:8–9 · BSB
We have a little sister, and her breasts are not yet grown. What shall we do for our sister on the day she is spoken for? If she is a wall, we will build a tower of silver upon her. If she is a door, we will enclose her with panels of cedar.
Replying to @her.brothers
I’m a wall. And in his eyes I’ve found peace.
SONG OF SOLOMON 8:10 · BSB
I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. So I have become in his eyes like one who brings peace.
Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon. He rented it out, a thousand pieces of silver each for its fruit. You can keep your thousand, Solomon. My own vineyard is mine to give.
SONG OF SOLOMON 8:11–12 · BSB
Solomon had a vineyard in Baal-hamon. He leased it to the tenants. For its fruit, each was to bring a thousand shekels of silver. But my own vineyard is mine to give; the thousand shekels are for you, O Solomon, and two hundred are for those who tend its fruit.
You out in the gardens. My friends are listening for your voice. Let me hear it.
SONG OF SOLOMON 8:13 · BSB
You who dwell in the gardens, my companions are listening for your voice. Let me hear it!
Replying to @herbeloved
Come away, my love. Be like a gazelle on the mountains of spices.
SONG OF SOLOMON 8:14 · BSB
Come away, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.