Sos CH 1
V2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth,
for his love is better than wine.
V3 Because of the savour of your good ointment,
therefore do the virgins love you.
V4 Draw me; we will run after you.
The king has brought me into his chamber.
V5 I am black, but comely,
as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
V6 They made me the keeper of the vineyards,
but my own vineyard I have not kept.
V9 I have compared you, my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots.
V12 While the king sits at table, my spikenard sends forth the smell thereof.
V13 A bundle of myrrh is my beloved.
He shall lie all night between my breasts.
V14 My beloved is unto me as a cluster of campfire in the vineyards of Engedi.
V16 You are fair, my beloved, pleasant also. Our bed is green.
Sos CH 2
V1 I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
V2 As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
V3 I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
V4 He brought me to the banqueting house.
V9 My beloved is like a roe or a young hart.
Roe? Chevreuil.
Hart? Cerf.
V11 For lo, the winter is past,
the rain is over and gone.
V16 My beloved is mine, and I am his.
He feeds among the lilies.
Sos CH 3
V1 By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loves.
V4 I found him, and I would not let him go until I had brought him into my mother’s house
and into the chamber of her that had conceived me.
V11 Go you forth, daughters of Zion, behold King Solomon with the crown.
Sos CH 4
V5 Your two breasts are like two young roes that are twins which feed among the lilies.
V6 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away,
I will get me to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.
V12 A garden enclosed is my sister,
a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
V16 Awake, O north wind; blow upon my garden,
that the spices may flow out.
Let my beloved come into his garden and eat his pleasant fruits.
Sos CH 5
V1 I am come into my garden; I have gathered my myrrh and my spice.
I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey.
I have drunk my wine and my milk.
O friends, drink, yea, drink abundantly.
V4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door,
and my bowels were moved for him.
V5 I rose to open to my beloved, and my hand dropped with myrrh,
and my fingers with sweet-smelling myrrh upon the handles of the lock.
Sos CH 6
V2 My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the bed of spices,
to feed in the garden and to gather lilies.
V8 There are threescore queens,
and fourscore concubines,
and virgins without number.
Sos CH 7
V2 Your navel is a round goblet which wants no liquor.
Your belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
V3 Your two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
V8 I will go to the palm trees,
I will take hold of the bough.
Your breasts shall be as clusters of the vine.
Sos CH 8
V1 O that you were as a brother that sucked the breasts of my mother!
When I should find you without, I would kiss you.
V2 I would cause you to drink of spices wine,
of the juice of my pomegranate.
V6 For love is strong as death;
jealousy as cruel as the grave.
V7 Many waters cannot quench love,
neither can the floods drown it.
If a man would give all the substance of his house for love, he would be utterly contemned.
V14 Be you like a roe or a young hart upon the mountain of spices.
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