http://brojed.org/cms/components/com_zefaniabible/images/bible_100.jpg http://brojed.org/cms/index.php?option=com_zefaniabible&view=standard&a=Voice&b=22&c=1&Itemid=101&ord=062626 http://brojed.org/cms/index.php?option=com_zefaniabible&view=standard&a=Voice&b=22&c=1&Itemid=101&ord=062626 Zefania Bible en-gb brojed.org Song of Songs chapter 1 http://brojed.org/cms/index.php?option=com_zefaniabible&view=standard&a=Voice&b=22&c=1&Itemid=101&ord=062626 http://brojed.org/cms/index.php?option=com_zefaniabible&view=standard&a=Voice&b=22&c=1&Itemid=101&ord=062626 Fri, 26 Jun 2026 00:45:34 +0000 The song of songs, which is Solomon's. Shulamite: Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; for your love is better than wine. Because of the fragrance of your good ointments, your name is ointment poured forth; therefore the virgins love you. Draw me away! Daughters of Jerusalem: We will run after you. Shulamite: The king has brought me into his chambers. Daughters of Jerusalem: We will be glad and rejoice in you. We will remember your love more than wine. Shulamite: Rightly do they love you. I am black, but lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon. Do not look upon me, because I am black, because the sun has looked upon me. My mother's sons were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards, but my own vineyard I have not kept. To Her Beloved: Tell me, O you whom I love, where you feed your flock, where you make it rest at noon. For why should I be as one who veils herself by the flocks of your companions? The Beloved: If you do not know, O most beautiful among women, follow in the footsteps of the flock, and feed your young goats beside the tents of the shepherds. I have compared you, my love, to my filly among Pharaoh's chariots. Your cheeks are lovely with ornaments, your neck with chains of gold. Daughters of Jerusalem: We will make you ornaments of gold with studs of silver. Shulamite: While the king is at his table, my spikenard sends forth its fragrance. A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, who lies between my breasts. My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blooms in the vineyards of En Gedi. The Beloved: Behold, you are beautiful, my love! Behold, you are beautiful; with dove's eyes! Shulamite: Behold, you are handsome, my beloved! Yes, pleasant! Also our bed is green. The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.