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KING SOLOMON:
“How beautiful you are my love, how beautiful! Your eyes are those of
doves. Your hair falls across your face like flocks of goats that frisk
across the slopes of Gilead. Your teeth are white as sheep's wool, newly
shorn and washed perfectly matched, without one missing. Your lips are
like a thread of scarlet-and how beautiful your mouth. Your cheeks are
matched loveliness behind your locks. Your neck is stately as the tower of
David, jeweled with a thousand heroes shields. Your breasts are like twin
fawns of a gazelle, feeding among the lilies. Until the morning dawns and
the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill
of frankincense. You are so beautiful my love, in every part of you.
“Come with me from Lebanon, my bride. We will look down from the
summit of the mountain, from the top of Mount Hermon, where the lions have
their dens, and panthers prowl. You have ravished my heart, my lovely one,
my bride. I am overcome by one glance of your eyes, by a single bead of
your necklace. “How sweet is your love, my darling, my bride. How much
better it is than mere wine. The perfume of your love is more fragrant
than all the richest spices. “Your lips are dear, and made of honey. Yes,
honey and cream are under your tongue, and the scent of your garments is
like the scent of the mountains and cedars of Lebanon.
My darling bride is like a private garden, a spring that no one can
have, a fountain of my own.
You are like a lovely orchard having precious fruit, with the newest of
perfumes nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, and perfume from every
other incense tree, as well as myrrh and aloes, and every other lovely
spice. You are a garden fountain, a well of living water, refreshing as
the stream from the Lebanon mountains.”
The Girl: Come north wind, awaken, came, south wind, blow upon my garden
and waft its lovely perfume to my beloved. Let him come into his garden
and eat its choicest fruits.” |
