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Young Man
You are beautiful, my darling,
beautiful beyond words.
Your eyes are like doves
behind your veil.
Your hair falls in waves,
like a flock of goats winding down the slopes of Gilead.
You are beautiful, my darling,
beautiful beyond words.
Your eyes are like doves
behind your veil.
Your hair falls in waves,
like a flock of goats winding down the slopes of Gilead.
Solomon’s Love Expressed
“How beautiful you are, my darling,
How beautiful you are!
Your eyes are like doves behind your veil;
Your hair is like a flock of goats
That have descended from Mount Gilead.
“How beautiful you are, my darling,
How beautiful you are!
Your eyes are like doves behind your veil;
Your hair is like a flock of goats
That have descended from Mount Gilead.
“Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn ewes
Which have come up from their washing,
All of which bear twins,
And not one among them has lost her young.
Which have come up from their washing,
All of which bear twins,
And not one among them has lost her young.
Your lips are like scarlet ribbon;
your mouth is inviting.
Your cheeks are like rosy pomegranates
behind your veil.
your mouth is inviting.
Your cheeks are like rosy pomegranates
behind your veil.
“Your lips are like a scarlet thread,
And your mouth is lovely.
Your temples are like a slice of a pomegranate
Behind your veil.
And your mouth is lovely.
Your temples are like a slice of a pomegranate
Behind your veil.
Your neck is as beautiful as the tower of David,
jeweled with the shields of a thousand heroes.
jeweled with the shields of a thousand heroes.
“Your neck is like the tower of David,
Built with rows of stones
On which are hung a thousand shields,
All the round shields of the mighty men.
Built with rows of stones
On which are hung a thousand shields,
All the round shields of the mighty men.
Your breasts are like two fawns,
twin fawns of a gazelle grazing among the lilies.
twin fawns of a gazelle grazing among the lilies.
“Your two breasts are like two fawns,
Twins of a gazelle
Which feed among the lilies.
Twins of a gazelle
Which feed among the lilies.
Before the dawn breezes blow
and the night shadows flee,
I will hurry to the mountain of myrrh
and to the hill of frankincense.
and the night shadows flee,
I will hurry to the mountain of myrrh
and to the hill of frankincense.
“Until the cool of the day
When the shadows flee away,
I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh
And to the hill of frankincense.
When the shadows flee away,
I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh
And to the hill of frankincense.
You are altogether beautiful, my darling,
beautiful in every way.
beautiful in every way.
“You are altogether beautiful, my darling,
And there is no blemish in you.
And there is no blemish in you.
“Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,
May you come with me from Lebanon.
Journey down from the summit of Amana,
From the summit of Senir and Hermon,
From the dens of lions,
From the mountains of leopards.
May you come with me from Lebanon.
Journey down from the summit of Amana,
From the summit of Senir and Hermon,
From the dens of lions,
From the mountains of leopards.
“You have made my heart beat faster, my sister, my bride;
You have made my heart beat faster with a single glance of your eyes,
With a single strand of your necklace.
You have made my heart beat faster with a single glance of your eyes,
With a single strand of your necklace.
Your love delights me,
my treasure, my bride.
Your love is better than wine,
your perfume more fragrant than spices.
my treasure, my bride.
Your love is better than wine,
your perfume more fragrant than spices.
“How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride!
How much better is your love than wine,
And the fragrance of your oils
Than all kinds of spices!
How much better is your love than wine,
And the fragrance of your oils
Than all kinds of spices!
Your lips are as sweet as nectar, my bride.
Honey and milk are under your tongue.
Your clothes are scented
like the cedars of Lebanon.
Honey and milk are under your tongue.
Your clothes are scented
like the cedars of Lebanon.
“Your lips, my bride, drip honey;
Honey and milk are under your tongue,
And the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
Honey and milk are under your tongue,
And the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
You are my private garden, my treasure, my bride,
a secluded spring, a hidden fountain.
a secluded spring, a hidden fountain.
“A garden locked is my sister, my bride,
A rock garden locked, a spring sealed up.
A rock garden locked, a spring sealed up.
Your thighs shelter a paradise of pomegranates
with rare spices —
henna with nard,
with rare spices —
henna with nard,
“Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates
With choice fruits, henna with nard plants,
With choice fruits, henna with nard plants,
nard and saffron,
fragrant calamus and cinnamon,
with all the trees of frankincense, myrrh, and aloes,
and every other lovely spice.
fragrant calamus and cinnamon,
with all the trees of frankincense, myrrh, and aloes,
and every other lovely spice.
Nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon,
With all the trees of frankincense,
Myrrh and aloes, along with all the finest spices.
With all the trees of frankincense,
Myrrh and aloes, along with all the finest spices.
You are a garden fountain,
a well of fresh water
streaming down from Lebanon’s mountains.
Young Woman
a well of fresh water
streaming down from Lebanon’s mountains.
Young Woman
“You are a garden spring,
A well of fresh water,
And streams flowing from Lebanon.”
A well of fresh water,
And streams flowing from Lebanon.”
Awake, north wind!
Rise up, south wind!
Blow on my garden
and spread its fragrance all around.
Come into your garden, my love;
taste its finest fruits.
Rise up, south wind!
Blow on my garden
and spread its fragrance all around.
Come into your garden, my love;
taste its finest fruits.
“Awake, O north wind,
And come, wind of the south;
Make my garden breathe out fragrance,
Let its spices be wafted abroad.
May my beloved come into his garden
And eat its choice fruits!”
And come, wind of the south;
Make my garden breathe out fragrance,
Let its spices be wafted abroad.
May my beloved come into his garden
And eat its choice fruits!”