Song of Solomon Chapter 1
This is the ultimate vibe check, the illest song from Solomon.
The song of songs, which {is} Solomon's.
Let me get those kisses, 'cause your love hits way harder than wine, fr.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love {is} better than wine. {thy...: Heb. thy loves}
Your name's like fire, and it’s got the solid scents; that’s why all the girls are vibing with you.
Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name {is as} ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.
Pull me close, we’re gonna dip together; the king brought me to his chill zone, and we’re vibing hard, remembering your love over wine, periodt.
Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee. {the upright...: or, they love thee uprightly}
I’m dark but still cute, like the tents of Kedar and the curtains of Solomon, no cap.
I {am} black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
Don’t come for me about my skin; the sun did me dirty. My fam was tight, so they made me grind in the vineyards, but I couldn’t even manage my own.
Look not upon me, because I {am} black, because the sun hath looked upon me: my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; {but} mine own vineyard have I not kept.
Spill the tea, the one my soul adores, where you at, where your flock catching Z's at noon? I don’t wanna be out here lost by your crew.
Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest {thy flock} to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions? {as one...: or, as one that is veiled}
If you're unaware, you’re the baddest; just follow the flock’s trail and chill with the shepherds.
If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents.
I peep you, my love, you’re like a squad of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots, that’s straight rizz.
I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.
Your cheeks are lit with jewels, and your neck is dripped in gold chains.
Thy cheeks are comely with rows {of jewels}, thy neck with chains {of gold}.
We’re gonna flex some gold borders with silver embellishments, that’s the plan.
We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.
While the king’s chillin' at his table, my spikenard is dropping that good aroma.
While the king {sitteth} at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.
A bundle of myrrh is my jam; he’s gonna chill all night between my breasts.
A bundle of myrrh {is} my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.
My boo is like a cluster of camphire in the En-gedi vineyards, pure vibes.
My beloved {is} unto me {as} a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi. {camphire: or, cypress}
Yo, you’re beyond fine, my love; fr, you’re stunning with those dove eyes.
Behold, thou {art} fair, my love; behold, thou {art} fair; thou {hast} doves' eyes. {my love: or, my companion}
You’re just as stunning, my beloved, and our bed is looking fresh and green.
Behold, thou {art} fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed {is} green.
Our crib is built with cedar beams and fir rafters, straight up goated.
The beams of our house {are} cedar, {and} our rafters of fir. {rafters: or, galleries}