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  • The Bride Praises the Bridegroom

    The Beloved

    I have come to my garden, my sister, my spouse;
    I have gathered my myrrh with my spice;
    I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey;
    I have drunk my wine with my milk.
    (To His Friends)

    Eat, O friends!
    Drink, yes, drink deeply,
    O beloved ones!
  • Young Man

    I have entered my garden, my treasure,a my bride!
    I gather myrrh with my spices
    and eat honeycomb with my honey.
    I drink wine with my milk.
    Young Women of Jerusalem
    Oh, lover and beloved, eat and drink!
    Yes, drink deeply of your love!
    Young Woman
  • The Shulamite’s Troubled Evening

    The Shulamite

    I sleep, but my heart is awake;
    It is the voice of my beloved!
    He knocks, saying,
    “Open for me, my sister, [a]my love,
    My dove, my perfect one;
    For my head is covered with dew,
    My [b]locks with the drops of the night.”
  • I slept, but my heart was awake,
    when I heard my lover knocking and calling:
    “Open to me, my treasure, my darling,
    my dove, my perfect one.
    My head is drenched with dew,
    my hair with the dampness of the night.”
  • I have taken off my robe;
    How can I put it on again?
    I have washed my feet;
    How can I [c]defile them?
  • But I responded,
    “I have taken off my robe.
    Should I get dressed again?
    I have washed my feet.
    Should I get them soiled?”
  • My beloved put his hand
    By the [d]latch of the door,
    And my heart yearned for him.
  • My lover tried to unlatch the door,
    and my heart thrilled within me.
  • I arose to open for my beloved,
    And my hands dripped with myrrh,
    My fingers with liquid myrrh,
    On the handles of the lock.
  • I jumped up to open the door for my love,
    and my hands dripped with perfume.
    My fingers dripped with lovely myrrh
    as I pulled back the bolt.
  • I opened for my beloved,
    But my beloved had turned away and was gone.
    My [e]heart leaped up when he spoke.
    I sought him, but I could not find him;
    I called him, but he gave me no answer.
  • I opened to my lover,
    but he was gone!
    My heart sank.
    I searched for him
    but could not find him anywhere.
    I called to him,
    but there was no reply.
  • The watchmen who went about the city found me.
    They struck me, they wounded me;
    The keepers of the walls
    Took my veil away from me.
  • The night watchmen found me
    as they made their rounds.
    They beat and bruised me
    and stripped off my veil,
    those watchmen on the walls.
  • I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
    If you find my beloved,
    That you tell him I am lovesick!
  • Make this promise, O women of Jerusalem —
    If you find my lover,
    tell him I am weak with love.
    Young Women of Jerusalem
  • The Daughters of Jerusalem

    What is your beloved
    More than another beloved,
    O fairest among women?
    What is your beloved
    More than another beloved,
    That you so [f]charge us?
  • Why is your lover better than all others,
    O woman of rare beauty?
    What makes your lover so special
    that we must promise this?
    Young Woman
  • The Shulamite

    My beloved is white and ruddy,
    [g]Chief among ten thousand.
  • My lover is dark and dazzling,
    better than ten thousand others!
  • His head is like the finest gold;
    His locks are wavy,
    And black as a raven.
  • His head is finest gold,
    his wavy hair is black as a raven.
  • His eyes are like doves
    By the rivers of waters,
    Washed with milk,
    And [h]fitly set.
  • His eyes sparkle like doves
    beside springs of water;
    they are set like jewels
    washed in milk.
  • His cheeks are like a bed of spices,
    Banks of scented herbs.
    His lips are lilies,
    Dripping liquid myrrh.
  • His cheeks are like gardens of spices
    giving off fragrance.
    His lips are like lilies,
    perfumed with myrrh.
  • His hands are rods of gold
    Set with beryl.
    His body is carved ivory
    Inlaid with sapphires.
  • His arms are like rounded bars of gold,
    set with beryl.
    His body is like bright ivory,
    glowing with lapis lazuli.
  • His legs are pillars of marble
    Set on bases of fine gold.
    His countenance is like Lebanon,
    Excellent as the cedars.
  • His legs are like marble pillars
    set in sockets of finest gold.
    His posture is stately,
    like the noble cedars of Lebanon.
  • His mouth is most sweet,
    Yes, he is altogether lovely.
    This is my beloved,
    And this is my friend,
    O daughters of Jerusalem!
  • His mouth is sweetness itself;
    he is desirable in every way.
    Such, O women of Jerusalem,
    is my lover, my friend.

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