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OEB by section SNG 5:1

⌂ ← SNG 5:1–8:14 ║ ©

Conclusion

6 "Whither hath gone thy beloved,

O fairest of women?

Whiter hath turned thy beloved,

That with thee we may seek him?"

2 "My love is gone down to his garden,

The terrace of spices,

To pasture his flock in his garden,

To pasture his flock in his garden

And gather the lilies.

3 My beloved is mine, I am his,

’Mong the lilies he pastures."

In Praise of the Bride

4 Thou art fair, my beloved, as Tirzah,

Lovely as Jerusalem,

Dread as an army with banners.

5 Away from me turn those eyes

That stir me so strangely,

That hair like a flock of goats

Streaming down from mount Gilead,

6 Those teeth like a flock of ewes,

Just come up from the washing,

Ranged in a double row,

Not one of them lacking;

7 Those temples like pieces of pomegranate

Seen through thy veil.

8 Three score queens had Solomon,

Concubines fourscore,

And maids without number.

9 But she, my dove, is but one,

She, my stainless, is one.

Alone and peerless is she

To the mother who bore her.

The daughters, at sight of her, praised her;

Concubines, queens, sang her praises.

10 Who is this that looks forth like the dawn,

Fair as the moon,

Clear as the sun,

And dread as an army with banners?

11 "I went down to the garden of nuts,

To see the green shoots in the valley,

To see if the vines were in bud,

Or the pomegranates yet were in blossom.

12 Or ever I knew, on his chariot

The prince of my people had set me."

13 Turn thee, turn, maid of Shulem,

Turn thee, turn, that we see thee.

But what would ye see in the Shulammite?

(We would see her dance) the war-dance.

In Praise of the Bride as she dances the Sword-Dance

7 How gracefully thou dost step

In thy sandals, thou prince’s daughter!

The curves of thy thighs are like jewels,

wrought by the hands of an artist.

2 Thy waist is a rounded bowl–

Be never the sweet wine wanting.

Thy belly a heap of wheat,

That is set about with lilies.

3 Thy breasts like a pair of fawns

That are twins of a gazelle,

4 Thy neck like the ivory tower.

Thine eyes are like Heshbon’s pools,

By the gate of the populous city,

Thy nose like the tower of Lebanon

That looketh toward Damascus,

5 Thy head is like Carmel upon thee,

Thy flowing locks are as purple:

Thy tresses hold captive the king.

6 How fair, my beloved, art thou!

How lovely in love’s delights!

7 Thou art slender and tall as a palm,

And thy breasts are like its clusters.

8 I vowed I would climb this palm,

And take hold of the branches thereof.

O let thy breasts be as clusters,

The smell of thy breath be as apples,

9 Thy lips be as wine of the best,

That goeth down smoothly

And glides o’er the lips and the teeth.

The Bride’s Longing

10 I am my darling’s;

He longeth for me.

11 Come, then, my love,

Let us go the to the fields,

Let us lodge among the henna.

12 And early we’ll hie to the vineyards,

To see if the vine be in bud,

If its blossoms have opened,

And pomegranates flower;

And there my caresses I’ll give thee.

13 The love-apples give forth their scent;

At our door are all manner of fruits,

Precious fruits, both new and old,

That I stored up for thee, my beloved.

8 O that thou wert my brother,

That nursed at the breasts of my mother!

If I found thee without, I would kiss thee,

Nor fear the contempt of another.

2 To my mother’s house I would bring thee,

To the chamber of her that conceived me.

Spiced wine would I give thee to drink,

A draught of my pomegranate wine.

The Incomparable Power of Love

5 Who is this that comes up from the wilderness,

Leaning upon her beloved?

"’Neath the apple-tree yonder I woke thee,

Just there, where a babe thou wast swaddled–

Yes, there – by the mother that bore thee."

6 "Set me as seal on thy heart

Like the ring on thy hand.

For love is strong as death,

Its passion is fierce as the grave;

Its flashes are flashes of fire,

Its flames are like the lightning.

7 No waters can quench it,

Nor floods overwhelm it.

If a man should give all in his house for it,

Utterly scorned would he be.

The Bride’s Proud Reply to her Brothers

8 "A sister have we, but she’s little–

No breasts hath she yet.

What then shall we do with our sister,

The day she is spoken for?

9 If she should prove a wall,

We will build her a turret of silver.

But if she should prove a door,

We will fence her with boards of cedar."

10 "I was a wall,

My breasts were the turrets;

And he, as he looked at me,

Won me my happiness."

The Two Vineyards

11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon–

He let out the vineyard to keepers;

And each man brought in for the fruit thereof

One thousand shekels of silver.

12 I, too, have a vineyard, mine own:

I leave thee the thousand, O Solomon;

Yea, and two hundred besides

For the men who kept watch on the fruit thereof,

Conclusion

13 "O thou that hauntest the gardens,

My comrades are all attention:

Come, let us hear thy voice."

14 "Hasten, beloved,

And flee like the roe

Or the playful gazelle

On the mountains of spices."

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