Catholic Public Domain Version
"Draw me forward. Chorus to Bride: We will run after you in the odor of your perfumes. Bride to Chorus: The king has led me into his storerooms. Chorus to Bride: We will exult and rejoice in you, remembering your breasts above wine. Groom to Bride: The righteous love you. "
— Song Of Solomon 1:3, Catholic Public Domain Version
“Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.”
“Thine oils have a goodly fragrance; Thy name is as oil poured forth; Therefore do the virgins love thee. ”
“Your oils have a pleasing fragrance. Your name is oil poured forth, therefore the virgins love you.”
“The fragrance of your colognes is delightful; your name is like the finest perfume. No wonder the young women adore you!”
“Draw me: we will run after thee to the odour of thy ointments. The king hath brought me into his storerooms: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, remembering thy breasts more than wine: the rightous love thee.”
“Sweet is the smell of your perfumes; your name is as perfume running out; so the young girls give you their love.”
“Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.”
Bride: May he kiss me with the kiss of his mouth.. Groom to Bride: So much better than wine are your breasts,
fragranced with the finest perfumes. Bride to Groom: Your name is oil that has been poured out; therefore, the maidens have loved you.
Draw me forward. Chorus to Bride: We will run after you in the odor of your perfumes. Bride to Chorus: The king has led me into his storerooms. Chorus to Bride: We will exult and rejoice in you, remembering your breasts above wine. Groom to Bride: The righteous love you.
Bride to Chorus: O daughters of Jerusalem: I am black, but shapely, like the tabernacles of Kedar, like the tents of Solomon.
Do not be concerned that I am dark, for the sun has changed my color. The sons of my mother have fought against me. They have made me the keeper of the vineyards. My own vineyard I have not kept.
Bride to Groom: Reveal to me, you whom my soul loves, where you pasture, where you recline at midday, lest I begin to wander after the flocks of your companions.