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The Song of Solomon
The Song of Solomon
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Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them;
2
While the sun, or the light, or the moon, or the stars, be not darkened, nor the clouds return after the rain:
3
In the day when the keepers of the house shall tremble, and the strong men shall bow themselves, and the grinders cease because they are few, and those that look out of the windows be darkened,
4
And the doors shall be shut in the streets, when the sound of the grinding is low, and he shall rise up at the voice of the bird, and all the daughters of musick shall be brought low;
5
Also
when
they shall be afraid of
that which is
high, and fears
shall be
in the way, and the almond tree shall flourish, and the grasshopper shall be a burden, and desire shall fail: because man goeth to his long home, and the mourners go about the streets:
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Or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern.
7
Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it.
8
Vanity of vanities, saith the preacher; all
is
vanity.
9
And moreover, because the preacher was wise, he still taught the people knowledge; yea, he gave good heed, and sought out,
and
set in order many proverbs.
10
The preacher sought to find out acceptable words: and
that which was
written
was
upright,
even
words of truth.
11
The words of the wise
are
as goads, and as nails fastened by the masters of assemblies,
which
are given from one shepherd.
12
And further, by these, my son, be admonished: of making many books
there is
no end; and much study
is
a weariness of the flesh.
13
Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter: Fear God, and keep his commandments: for this
is
the whole
duty
of man.
14
For God shall bring every work into judgment, with every secret thing, whether
it be
good, or whether
it be
evil.
The Song of Solomon
1
The song of songs, which
is
Solomon’s.
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 mother’s 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 Pharaoh’s 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 wellbeloved 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 En-gedi.
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.
2
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.
3
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 mother’s 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
Solomon’s; 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.
4
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.
5
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.
6
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 beloved’s, 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.
7
How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince’s 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 Bath-rabbim: 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!
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 beloved’s, 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.
8
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 mother’s 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 Baal-hamon; 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.
The Book of the Prophet Isaiah
1
The vision of Isaiah the son of Amoz, which he saw concerning Judah and Jerusalem in the days of Uzziah, Jotham, Ahaz,
and
Hezekiah, kings of Judah.
2
Hear, O heavens, and give ear, O earth: for the LORD hath spoken, I have nourished and brought up children, and they have rebelled against me.
3
The ox knoweth his owner, and the ass his master’s crib:
but
Israel doth not know, my people doth not consider.
4
Ah sinful nation, a people laden with iniquity, a seed of evildoers, children that are corrupters: they have forsaken the LORD, they have provoked the Holy One of Israel unto anger, they are gone away backward.
5
Why should ye be stricken any more? ye will revolt more and more: the whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint.
6
From the sole of the foot even unto the head
there is
no soundness in it;
but
wounds, and bruises, and putrifying sores: they have not been closed, neither bound up, neither mollified with ointment.
7
Your country
is
desolate, your cities
are
burned with fire: your land, strangers devour it in your presence, and
it is
desolate, as overthrown by strangers.
8
And the daughter of Zion is left as a cottage in a vineyard, as a lodge in a garden of cucumbers, as a besieged city.
9
Except the LORD of hosts had left unto us a very small remnant, we should have been as Sodom,
and
we should have been like unto Gomorrah.
10
Hear the word of the LORD, ye rulers of Sodom; give ear unto the law of our God, ye people of Gomorrah.
11
To what purpose
is
the multitude of your sacrifices unto me? saith the LORD: I am full of the burnt offerings of rams, and the fat of fed beasts; and I delight not in the blood of bullocks, or of lambs, or of he goats.
12
When ye come to appear before me, who hath required this at your hand, to tread my courts?
13
Bring no more vain oblations; incense is an abomination unto me; the new moons and sabbaths, the calling of assemblies, I cannot away with;
it is
iniquity, even the solemn meeting.
14
Your new moons and your appointed feasts my soul hateth: they are a trouble unto me; I am weary to bear
them.
15
And when ye spread forth your hands, I will hide mine eyes from you: yea, when ye make many prayers, I will not hear: your hands are full of blood.
16
Wash you, make you clean; put away the evil of your doings from before mine eyes; cease to do evil;
17
Learn to do well; seek judgment, relieve the oppressed, judge the fatherless, plead for the widow.
18
Come now, and let us reason together, saith the LORD: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.
19
If ye be willing and obedient, ye shall eat the good of the land:
20
But if ye refuse and rebel, ye shall be devoured with the sword: for the mouth of the LORD hath spoken
it.
21
How is the faithful city become an harlot! it was full of judgment; righteousness lodged in it; but now murderers.
22
Thy silver is become dross, thy wine mixed with water:
23
Thy princes
are
rebellious, and companions of thieves: every one loveth gifts, and followeth after rewards: they judge not the fatherless, neither doth the cause of the widow come unto them.
24
Therefore saith the Lord, the LORD of hosts, the mighty One of Israel, Ah, I will ease me of mine adversaries, and avenge me of mine enemies:
25
And I will turn my hand upon thee, and purely purge away thy dross, and take away all thy tin:
26
And I will restore thy judges as at the first, and thy counsellors as at the beginning: afterward thou shalt be called, The city of righteousness, the faithful city.
27
Zion shall be redeemed with judgment, and her converts with righteousness.
28
And the destruction of the transgressors and of the sinners
shall be
together, and they that forsake the LORD shall be consumed.
29
For they shall be ashamed of the oaks which ye have desired, and ye shall be confounded for the gardens that ye have chosen.
30
For ye shall be as an oak whose leaf fadeth, and as a garden that hath no water.
31
And the strong shall be as tow, and the maker of it as a spark, and they shall both burn together, and none shall quench
them.
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