The Bride Confesses Her Love 1- - -
2 3Bride to Groom: Your name is oil that has been poured out; therefore, the maidens have loved you. Draw me forward.
4Chorus to Bride: We will run after you in the odor of your perfumes. 5Bride to Chorus: O daughters of Jerusalem: I am black, but shapely, like the tabernacles of Kedar, like the tents of Solomon.
6Do not be concerned that I am dark, for the sun has changed my color. 7Bride to Groom: Reveal to me, you whom my soul loves, where you pasture, where you recline at midday, lest I begin to wander after the flocks of your companions. 8Groom to Bride: If you yourself do not know, O most beautiful among women, then go out and follow after the steps of the flocks, and pasture your young goats beside the tabernacles of the shepherds. 9O my love, I have compared you to my company of horsemen against the chariots of Pharaoh. 10Your cheeks are beautiful, like those of a turtledove. Your neck is like a bejeweled collar. 11Chorus to Bride: We will fashion for you chains of gold, accented with reddened silver. 12Bride to Chorus: While the king was taking his rest, my aromatic ointment sent forth its odor. 13My beloved is a bundle of myrrh to me. He shall abide between my breasts. 14My beloved is a cluster of Cyprus grapes to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi. 15Groom to Bride: Behold, you are beautiful, O my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are those of a dove. 16Bride to Groom: Behold, you are handsome, O my beloved, and graceful. Our bed is flourishing. 17Groom to Bride: The timbers of our houses are of cedar; our ceilings are of cypress. |