Song of Songs 1

1The Song of Songs, which is Solomon's.

ᾆσμα ᾀσμάτων ὅ ἐστιν τῷ Σαλωμων

2Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, For your love is better than wine,

φιλησάτω με ἀπὸ φιλημάτων στόματος αὐτοῦ ὅτι ἀγαθοὶ μαστοί σου ὑπὲρ οἶνον

3And the smell of your ointments is better than all spices. Your name is ointment poured forth; Therefore, the young maidens love you. They draw you.

καὶ ὀσμὴ μύρων σου ὑπὲρ πάντα τὰ ἀρώματα μύρον ἐκκενωθὲν ὄνομά σου διὰ τοῦτο νεάνιδες ἠγάπησάν σε

4We will run after you For the smell of your ointments.

εἵλκυσάν σε ὀπίσω σου εἰς ὀσμὴν μύρων σου δραμοῦμεν εἰσήνεγκέν με ὁ βασιλεὺς εἰς τὸ ταμίειον αὐτοῦ ἀγαλλιασώμεθα καὶ εὐφρανθῶμεν ἐν σοί ἀγαπήσομεν μαστούς σου ὑπὲρ οἶνον εὐθύτης ἠγάπησέν σε

5I am black and beautiful, O daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Kedar, As the curtains of Solomon.

μέλαινά εἰμι καὶ καλή θυγατέρες Ιερουσαλημ ὡς σκηνώματα Κηδαρ ὡς δέρρεις Σαλωμων

6Do not look at me because I am black, For the sun gave me a tan. The sons of my mother fought with me And made me keeper in the vineyards. But I have not kept my own vineyard.

μὴ βλέψητέ με ὅτι ἐγώ εἰμι μεμελανωμένη ὅτι παρέβλεψέν με ὁ ἥλιος υἱοὶ μητρός μου ἐμαχέσαντο ἐν ἐμοί ἔθεντό με φυλάκισσαν ἐν ἀμπελῶσιν ἀμπελῶνα ἐμὸν οὐκ ἐφύλαξα

7Tell me, you whom my soul loves, Where you shepherd your flock, Where you rest them at noonday; Lest I become as one Who encompasses herself With the herds of your companions.

ἀπάγγειλόν μοι ὃν ἠγάπησεν ἡ ψυχή μου ποῦ ποιμαίνεις ποῦ κοιτάζεις ἐν μεσημβρίᾳ μήποτε γένωμαι ὡς περιβαλλομένη ἐπ᾿ ἀγέλαις ἑταίρων σου

8If you do not know yourself, Fairest among women, Go forth on the heels of the flocks, And tend your young goats by the shepherds' tents.

ἐὰν μὴ γνῷς σεαυτήν ἡ καλὴ ἐν γυναιξίν ἔξελθε σὺ ἐν πτέρναις τῶν ποιμνίων καὶ ποίμαινε τὰς ἐρίφους σου ἐπὶ σκηνώμασιν τῶν ποιμένων

9I have likened you, my beloved, To my horses in the chariots of Pharaoh.

τῇ ἵππῳ μου ἐν ἅρμασιν Φαραω ὡμοίωσά σε ἡ πλησίον μου

10Your cheeks are as beautiful as turtledoves, Your neck as a small necklace.

τί ὡραιώθησαν σιαγόνες σου ὡς τρυγόνες τράχηλός σου ὡς ὁρμίσκοι

11We will make for you figures of gold With studs of silver.

ὁμοιώματα χρυσίου ποιήσομέν σοι μετὰ στιγμάτων τοῦ ἀργυρίου

12While the king was at the table, My spikenard gave forth its smell.

ἕως οὗ ὁ βασιλεὺς ἐν ἀνακλίσει αὐτοῦ νάρδος μου ἔδωκεν ὀσμὴν αὐτοῦ

13My beloved is to me a bundle of myrrh; He shall take rest in between my breasts.

ἀπόδεσμος τῆς στακτῆς ἀδελφιδός μου ἐμοί ἀνὰ μέσον τῶν μαστῶν μου αὐλισθήσεται

14To me, my beloved is a cluster of grapes from Cyprus In the vineyards of En Gedi.

βότρυς τῆς κύπρου ἀδελφιδός μου ἐμοὶ ἐν ἀμπελῶσιν Εγγαδδι

15Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved; Behold, you are beautiful; Your eyes are doves.

ἰδοὺ εἶ καλή ἡ πλησίον μου ἰδοὺ εἶ καλή ὀφθαλμοί σου περιστεραί

16Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved, And indeed lovely; Our bed is shaded.

ἰδοὺ εἶ καλός ὁ ἀδελφιδός μου καί γε ὡραῖος πρὸς κλίνη ἡμῶν σύσκιος

17The beams of our houses are cedars; Our ceilings are cypress wood.

δοκοὶ οἴκων ἡμῶν κέδροι φατνώματα ἡμῶν κυπάρισσοι