Song of Songs 1 - The Passion Translation(TPT)

1The most amazing song of all, by King Solomon.

The Shulamite

2Let him smother me with kisses—his Spirit-kiss divine.

So kind are your caresses,

I drink them in like the sweetest wine!

3Your presence releases a fragrance so pleasing—

over and over poured out.

For your lovely name is “Flowing Oil.”

No wonder the brides-to-be adore you.

4Draw me into your heart.

We will run away together into the king’s cloud-filled chamber. The Chorus of Friends

We will remember your love, rejoicing and delighting in you,

celebrating your every kiss as better than wine.

No wonder righteousness adores you! The Shulamite

5Jerusalem maidens, in this twilight darkness

I know I am so unworthy—so in need.

The Shepherd-King

Yet you are so lovely!

The Shulamite

I feel as dark and dry as the desert tents

of the wandering nomads. The Shepherd-King

Yet you are so lovely—

like the fine linen tapestry hanging in the Holy Place.

The Shulamite to Her Friends

6Please don’t stare in scorn

because of my dark and sinful ways.

My angry brothers quarreled with me

and appointed me guardian of their ministry vineyards,

yet I’ve not tended my vineyard within.

7Won’t you tell me, lover of my soul,

where do you feed your flock?

Where do you lead your beloved ones

to rest in the heat of the day?

Why should I be like a veiled woman

as I wander among the flocks of your shepherds? The Shepherd-King

8Listen, my radiant one—

if you ever lose sight of me,

just follow in my footsteps where I lead my lovers.

Come with your burdens and cares.

Come to the place near the sanctuary of my shepherds.

9My dearest one,

let me tell you how I see you—

you are so thrilling to me.

To gaze upon you is like looking

at one of Pharaoh’s finest horses —

a strong, regal steed pulling his royal chariot.

10Your tender cheeks are beautiful —

your earrings and gem-laden necklaces

set them ablaze.

11We will enhance your beauty

,

with golden ornaments studded with silver. The Shulamite

12As the king surrounded me at his table,

the sweet fragrance of spikenard

awakened the night.

13A sachet of myrrh is my lover,

like a tied-up bundle of myrrh resting over my heart.

14He is like a bouquet of henna blossoms—

henna plucked near the vines at the fountain of the Lamb.

I will hold him and never let him part.

The Shepherd-King

15My darling,

you are so lovely!

You are beauty itself to me.

Your passionate eyes are like gentle doves. The Shulamite

16My beloved one,

both handsome and winsome,

you are pleasing beyond words.

Our resting place is anointed and flourishing,

like a green forest meadow bathed in light.

17Rafters of cedar branches are over our heads

and balconies of pleasant-smelling pines.