Fear God, and keep his commandments: for this is the whole duty of man. For God shall bring every work into judgment, with every secret thing, whether it be good, or whether it be evil. SOLOMON THE Song of songs, which is Solomon's. ET him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: L For thy love is better than wine. Because of the savour of thy good ointments Thy name is as ointment poured forth, 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. I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon. Because the sun hath looked upon me: 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? If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, To a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots. We will make thee borders of gold While the king sitteth at his table, My spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof. A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; He shall lie all night betwixt my breasts. My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire In the vineyards of En-gedi. Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thou hast doves' eyes. Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: Also our bed is green. The beams of our house are cedar, And our rafters of fir. I AM the rose of Sharon, As the lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters. As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, I sat down under his shadow with great delight, And his fruit was sweet to my taste. He brought me to the banqueting house, Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: His left hand is under my head, And his right hand doth embrace me. I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please. The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone; 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; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, |