DASV: Digital American Standard Version
DASV: Song
of Songs 1
1 The Song of
songs, which is Solomon's.
Beloved Woman
2 Let him kiss
me with the kisses of his mouth,
for your love is better than
wine.
3 Your anointing
oils have a pleasing fragrance.
Your name is like fragrant oil
poured out,
and that is why the
young women love you.
4 Take me away
with you, let’s hurry.
The king has brought me
into his bedroom.
Women of Jerusalem
We will be glad and
rejoice in you.
We will praise
your love more than wine.
Beloved woman
How right they are to love
you.
5 I am black,
but beautiful,
O daughters of
Jerusalem,
dark like the tents of
Kedar,
like the
curtains of Solomon.
6 Do not look on
me, because I am dark,
because the sun has burned
me.
My mother's sons were angry at me,
so they made me keeper of the
vineyards.
But my own vineyard have I not taken care of.
7 Tell me, O you
whom my heart loves,
where do you pasture your
flock?
Where do you have your sheep rest at noon?
Why should I be like a
woman who is veiled
beside the
flocks of your companions?
Man in love
8 If you do not know,
O most beautiful among women,
then follow the tracks of the
flock,
and feed your young
goats beside the shepherds' tents.
9 I have
compared you, O my love,
to a mare among Pharaoh's
chariot stallions.
10 Your cheeks
are lovely, adorned with earrings,
your neck with strings of jewels.
11 We will make you
ornaments of gold
studded with silver.
Beloved Woman
12 While the king
reclined on his couch,
a waft of my perfume gave
forth its fragrance.
13 My beloved is
to me like a pouch of fragrant myrrh,
that lies between my
breasts.
14 My beloved is
to me like a cluster of henna blossoms,
in the vineyards of En-gedi.
Man in love
15 O how
beautiful you are, my love,
O how beautiful you are,
your eyes are like
doves.
Beloved woman
16 You are
handsome, my beloved,
absolutely delightful.
our bed is like lush green grass.
17 The beams of
our house are cedars,
our rafters are pine.
DASV: Song of Songs 2
Beloved woman
1 I am a rose of
Sharon,
a lily of the valleys.
Man in love
2 Like a lily
among thorns,
so is my love among the young
women.
Beloved woman
3 Like an apple tree
among the trees of the forest,
so is my beloved among the young
men.
I sit down under his shadow with
great delight,
and his fruit was sweet to my
taste.
4 He escorts me
to the banquet hall,
his banner over me declares
his love.
5 Sustain me
with raisins,
refresh me with apples,
for I am faint
with love.
6 His left hand
is under my head,
and his right hand fondles
me.
7 I adjure you,
O daughters of Jerusalem,
by the gazelles and young does
of the field,
do not stir or
awaken love until it is ready.
8 Listen! It is
the voice of my beloved!
Look! He is coming,
Leaping over the mountains,
bounding over the hills.
9 My beloved is
like a gazelle or a young stag
Look! He is standing
behind our wall,
He gazes in through the windows,
he peers in through the lattice.
10 My beloved invites
me saying,
"Rise up, my love, my beautiful
one,
and come away with
me.
11 Look! The
winter is past;
the rain is over and gone.
12 The flowers are
sprouting on the earth,
the season of song birds has
come,
the cooing of the
turtledove is heard in our land.
13 The fig tree is
budding with green figs,
the vines are blossoming,
giving
off their fragrance.
Arise, my love, my beautiful one,
and come away with me.
Man in love
14 O my dove, in
the clefts of the rock,
in the hidden crannies of
the cliff,
let me see your face,
let me hear your voice;
for your voice is sweet,
and your face is lovely.
15 Catch the
foxes for us,
the little foxes that ruin the
vineyards,
for our
vineyards are in bloom.
Beloved woman
16 My lover is
mine, and I am his,
he grazes among the
lilies.
17 Until the day dawns
and the shadows flee away,
turn, my lover,
be like a gazelle or a young stag
on the cleavage of the mountains.
DASV: Song of Songs 3
Beloved woman
1 By night on my
bed I longed for him whom my soul loves,
I longed for him, but did
not find him.
2 I will get up
now and go around town,
in the streets and in the squares.
I will search for him whom my soul
loves.
So I searched for him, but did
not find him.
3 The watchmen found
me as they made their rounds,
"Have you seen him whom
my soul loves?"
4 Scarcely had I
passed from them,
when I found him whom my
soul loves.
I held him and would not let him go,
until I had brought him into
my mother's house,
into the bedroom
of her who conceived me.
5 I adjure you,
O daughters of Jerusalem,
by the gazelles and young
does of the field,
do not stir or
awaken love until it is ready.
Women of Jerusalem
6 Who is this coming
up from the wilderness,
like a column of smoke,
perfumed with myrrh and
frankincense,
with all kinds of fragrant
powders from the merchant?
7 Look, it is
Solomon's carriage,
with sixty valiant
warriors around it,
the mighty men of
Israel.
8 All of them wearing
the swords,
they are expert in war.
Every man has his sword strapped on
his thigh,
ready for the terrors of
the night.
9 King Solomon
made a carriage for himself
made of wood imported from
Lebanon.
10 He made its posts
of silver,
its back of gold,
its seat of
purple,
its interior inlaid with love,
by the daughters of
Jerusalem.
Beloved woman
11 Go out, O
daughters of Zion, gaze on king Solomon,
with the crown with which his
mother crowned him,
on his wedding day,
the day his heart was happy.
DASV:
Song of Songs 4
Man in love
1 You are so
beautiful, my love,
how absolutely beautiful.
Your eyes are like doves behind your
veil.
Your hair is like a flock
of goats,
descending
down the slopes of Mount Gilead.
2 Your teeth are
like a flock of freshly shorn sheep,
coming up from the
washing,
each of them has a matching twin,
not one of them is missing.
3 Your lips are
like a scarlet ribbon,
your mouth is lovely.
Your cheeks are as rosy as pomegranates
behind your veil.
4 Your neck is
like the tower of David
elegantly built with rows
of stone,
with a thousand shields adorning
it,
all the shields of the
mighty warriors.
5 Your two
breasts are like two fawns
twins of a gazelle grazing
among the lilies.
6 Until the day dawns
and the shadows flee away,
I will ascend the mountain of
myrrh,
and go to the
hill of frankincense.
7 You are absolutely
beautiful, my love,
there is not a single flaw in you.
8 Come with me
from Lebanon, my bride,
come with me from Lebanon,
Descend from the peak of Amana,
from the top of Senir and
Hermon,
from the lions' dens,
from the mountains of the leopards.
9 You have captured
my heart, my sister, my bride,
you have captured my heart
with one glance of your eyes,
with one jewel
of your necklace.
10 How charming
is your love, my sister, my bride,
how much better is your
love than wine,
and the
fragrance of your perfume than any spice!
11 Your lips, O my
bride, drip nectar,
honey and milk are under your
tongue,
the fragrance
of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
12 You are like a
locked garden my sister, my bride,
an enclosed spring, a sealed fountain.
13 Your shoots
are an orchard of pomegranates
with choice fruits,
henna with
nard plants,
14 nard and saffron,
calamus and cinnamon,
with all the trees of frankincense,
myrrh and aloes,
with all the finest spices.
15 You are a garden
fountain,
a well of fresh flowing
water,
and streams flowing down from Lebanon.
Beloved woman
16 Awake, O north
wind,
come, O south wind,
Blow upon my garden, that its fragrant
spices may spread around.
Let my beloved come into
his garden,
and eat its
choice fruits.
DASV: Song of Songs 5
Man in love
1 I have come
into my garden, my sister, my bride.
I have gathered my myrrh
with my spice,
I have eaten my honeycomb and my
honey,
I have drunk my wine with
my milk.
Women of Jerusalem
Eat, friends;
drink your fill, O lovers.
Beloved woman
2 I slept, but my heart was awake.
Listen, it is sound of my beloved
knocking,
"Open up to
me, my sister, my love,
my
dove, my perfect one,
for my head is
soaked with dew,
my
locks with the dampness of the night."
3 I have taken off
my clothes,
must I put them on again?
I have washed my feet,
must I get them dirty
again?
4 My beloved put
his hand in through the hole,
my heart pounded for him.
5 I arose to
open for my beloved,
my hands dripped with
myrrh,
my fingers with liquid myrrh,
upon
the handles of the bolt.
6 I opened for
my beloved,
but my beloved had withdrawn
and was gone.
My soul sank when he departed,
I searched for him, but I could
not find him,
I called to him, but he did
not answer me.
7 The watchmen making
their rounds in the town found me.
They beat me, they hurt me,
the keepers of
the walls stripped off my cloak.
8 I adjure you,
O daughters of Jerusalem,
If you find my beloved,
tell him I am
sick with love.
Women of Jerusalem
9 Why is your
beloved any better than others,
O most beautiful among women?
Why is your beloved any better
than others,
that you would adjure us
so?
Beloved woman
10 My beloved is radiant
and tanned,
more distinguished then
ten thousand others.
11 His head is
the finest gold,
his hair is curly,
black as a
raven.
12 His eyes are
like doves
beside the streams of
water,
washed with milk,
and set like jewels.
13 His cheeks are
like beds of spices
as banks of sweet smelling
herbs.
His lips are like lilies,
dipping liquid myrrh.
14 His arms are like
rods of gold
set with jewels.
His body is like polished ivory
inlaid with sapphires.
15 His legs are like
marble pillars,
set on bases of pure gold.
His appearance is like Lebanon,
choice as the cedars.
16 His mouth is
most sweet;
Yes, he is totally lovely.
This is my beloved,
and this is my friend,
O daughters of Jerusalem.
DASV:
Song of Songs 6
Women of Jerusalem
1 Where has your
beloved gone,
O most beautiful among
women?
Where has your beloved turned,
so that we may help you search
for him?
Beloved woman
2 My beloved has
gone down to his garden,
to the beds of spices,
to graze in the gardens,
and to gather lilies.
3 I am my beloved's,
and my beloved is mine,
he grazes among the lilies.
Man in love
4 You are as
beautiful as Tirzah, my love,
as lovely as Jerusalem,
as impressive
as an army with banners.
5 Turn away your
eyes from me,
for they overwhelm me.
Your hair is like a flock of
goats,
descending down the slopes
of Gilead.
6 Your teeth are
like a flock of sheep,
coming up from the
washing,
each of them has a matching twin,
not one of them is missing.
7 Your cheeks
are as rosy as pomegranates
behind your veil.
8 There are sixty
queens,
and eighty concubines,
and young
women without number.
9 My dove, my perfect
one, is the only one;
she is her mother's special
daughter.
She is the
favorite of her that bore her.
The daughters saw her and praise
her,
even the queens and the
concubines admire her.
10 Who is she who
rises like the dawn,
as fair as the moon,
as bright as the
sun,
as
impressive as an army with waving banners?
Beloved woman
11 I went down
into the orchard of nuts,
to look for the blossoms of
the valley,
to see whether the vines had budded,
and the pomegranates were
in bloom.
12 Before I was
aware of it,
I found myself among the royal
chariots of my people.
Women of Jerusalem
13 Return,
return, O Shulammite;
Return, return, that we
may gaze on you.
Man in love
Why do you stare at the
Shulammite,
as on the dance of two
companies of dancers?
DASV:
Song of Songs 7
Man in love
1 How beautiful
are your feet in sandals,
O prince's daughter!
Your shapely thighs are like
jewels,
the work of the hands of a
skilful artisan.
2 Your navel is
like a round goblet,
never lacking mixed wine.
Your waist is like a mound of
wheat
encircled with lilies.
3 Your two
breasts are like two fawns,
two twin fawns of a
gazelle.
4 Your neck is
like an ivory tower,
your eyes are like the pools of
Heshbon,
by the gate of Bath-rabbim.
Your nose is like the tower of
Lebanon
looking toward Damascus.
5 Your head crowns
you like Mount Carmel,
your flowing locks are
like royal tapestries;
the
king is held captive in its tresses.
6 How beautiful
and pleasant you are,
O love, with all your charms!
7 Your stature
is like a palm tree,
your breasts are like clusters
of fruit.
8 I said, "I
will climb up the palm tree,
I will take hold of its
fruit."
May your breasts be like clusters of the vine,
the fragrance of your
breath like apples,
9 and your mouth
like the best wine,
that goes down smoothly for my
beloved,
gliding
gently over lips and teeth.
Woman in love
10 I am my beloved's
and his desire is for me.
11 Come, my
beloved, let us go out into the fields;
let us spend the night in
the villages.
12 Let us get up
early to go to the vineyards,
let us see whether the
vine has budded,
and its
blossoms have opened,
and the
pomegranates are in bloom;
there
will I give you my love.
13 The mandrakes send
out fragrance,
and at our doors are all kinds
of choice fruits,
both
new and old,
which I have laid up for you, O
my beloved.
DASV: Song of Songs 8
Beloved woman
1 Oh that you
were my baby brother,
who sucked the breasts of
my mother!
Then if I found you outside, I could kiss you;
Yes, and no one would
despise me.
2 I would lead you,
and bring you to my mother's house,
she who taught me;
I would give you spiced wine to
drink,
the juice of my
pomegranates.
3 His left hand would
be under my head,
his right hand would
fondle me.
4 I adjure you,
O daughters of Jerusalem,
do not stir or awaken love
until it is ready.
Women of Jerusalem
5 Who is this
that comes up from the wilderness,
leaning on her beloved?
Beloved woman
Under the apple tree I awakened you,
there your mother was in labor
with you,
there she who was
in pain gave birth to you.
6 Set me like a
seal on your heart,
like a seal on your arm.
For love is strong as death,
its jealousy is as unremitting
as the grave,
It burns like a raging fire,
like a blazing flame.
7 Many waters
cannot quench love,
neither can floods drown it,
if one would give all the wealth
of his house for love,
it would be utterly scorned.
Women of Jerusalem
8 We have a
little sister,
she has no breasts.
What shall we do for our sister,
on the day when she is
spoken for?
9 If she is a
wall,
we will build a silver
tower on her.
if she is a door,
we will enclose her with cedar
boards.
Beloved woman
10 I am a wall,
and my breasts are like towers.
Then I was in his eyes as
one who brings fulfillment.
11 Solomon had a
vineyard at Baal-hamon,
he rented out the vineyard
to tenant farmers,
each one pays
a thousand pieces of silver for its fruit.
12 My vineyard, my
very own, is at my disposal,
the thousand pieces of
silver belong to you, O Solomon,
but those that care for its
fruit receive two hundred.
Man in love
13 You who dwell
in the gardens,
my companions are
listening for your voice.
let me hear
it.
Beloved woman
14 Come quickly,
my beloved,
be like a gazelle
or a young stag
on the mountains
of spices.