Chapter 21 "Song of Songs"

"Song of Songs" Tradition believes that it was written by King Solomon, also known as "Song of Solomon", which was actually formed in the fourth century BC.This is the most beautiful collection of love poems of the ancient Hebrews, although it can also be interpreted religiously. The first chapter of The Words of the Bride and the Daughters of Jerusalem is the Song of Solomon, the Song of Solomon. May he kiss me with his mouth; for your love is better than wine.Your anointing oil is fragrant, and your name is like poured out ointment, so all the virgins love you.May you draw me, and we shall run after you.The king has brought me into his inner chamber, and we will rejoice and be glad in you; we will praise your love more than wine.They love you for granted.

O daughters of Jerusalem!Dark as I am, I am fair, like Kedar's tent, like Solomon's slow man.Do not despise me because the sun has tanned me.My mother's brothers were angry with me, and they made me guard the vineyard; but my own vineyard was not guarded.Beloved of my heart!Tell me, please, where you pasture your sheep, and where you make them lie down at noon.Why should I be like a veiled man by the flock of your companions?You most beautiful woman, if you don't know it, just follow the footsteps of the flock and pasture your goats by the shepherd's tent.My love, I compare you to a horse in a pharaoh's chariot. Your cheeks are beautiful with braids; your head is gorgeous with beads.We will braid you with gold braids and set them with silver studs.

When the King of the Beauty of the Bridegroom was sitting at the table, my balm was fragrant.I take my beloved as a bag of myrrh, always in my bosom.I take my Beloved as a balsam in the vineyard of En-Gei. My love, you are so beautiful!You are so beautiful!Your eyes are like the eyes of a dove. My beloved, you are so beautiful and lovely!Our beds are green grass, the beams of our houses are cedars, and the rafters are pine trees. Bride and Groom in Love Chapter 2 I am the rose of Sharon and the lily of the valleys. As the lily is among thorns, my love is among women. My beloved is among men as the apple tree is among the trees.I sat under his shade with joy, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.He took me into the banquet hall, with love as his banner over me.Please give me raisins to strengthen my strength, give me apples to refresh my heart, because I am sick with love.His left hand was under my head, and his right hugged me.

O daughters of Jerusalem!I charge you by the gazelle or by the doe of the field, don't disturb, don't wake my beloved until he wills. Listen!It is the voice of my beloved.behold!He came across the mountains.My beloved is like a gazelle, or like a fawn.He stood behind our wall, watching through the windows, peeping through the lattice. My Beloved said to me: My love, my beauty, get up!come with me.For the winter is over and the rain has stopped.The flowers on the ground are blooming, the time has come for the birds to sing, the voice of the turtledove is heard in our borders, the fig tree is gradually ripening, and the vines are blooming and giving off fragrance.My love, my beauty, arise!come with me.My pigeons!You are in the cleft of the rock, in the hidden place of the steep rock.Let me see your face and hear your voice; for your voice is soft and your face is beautiful.

Catch us the fox, the little fox that ruins the vineyard, for our grapes are blooming. My beloved is mine, and I am his; he pastures his flock among the lilies.My beloved, when the wind is cool and the shadow of the sun flies away, turn back like a gazelle, or like a deer on the hill of Bit. The Bride Seeks the Bridegroom Chapter 3 I lie in my bed at night and seek my beloved; I seek him, but I cannot find him.I say, I will rise up and walk through the city; in the streets and in the open places I will seek my soul's love.I searched for him, but could not find him.The guards in the city met me, and I asked them: Have you seen the one I love?No sooner have I left them than I meet the one my heart loves.I took him and did not let him go, and led him into my mother's house, into the chamber of the one who conceived me.

O daughters of Jerusalem!I point to the gazelle, or to the doe of the field, and charge you not to disturb, not to wake my dear, until he wills. Who is that that came up from the wilderness in the form of a pillar of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense and with every perfume of the merchants?behold!It was Solomon's litter, surrounded by sixty mighty men, all men of Israel; all of them had swords in their hands, skilled in war;King Solomon made himself a sedan chair out of Lebanon wood.The pillars of the sedan chair were made of silver, the floor of the sedan chair was made of gold, and the cushions were purple, covered with the love of the daughters of Jerusalem.O daughters of Zion!Go out and behold King Solomon wearing the crown that his mother put on him on the day of his wedding feast, in the joy of his heart.

The Bridegroom Calls the Bride Chapter 4 My spouse, you are so beautiful, you are so beautiful.Your eyes are like the eyes of a dove within the veil.Your hair is like a flock of goats lying beside Mount Gilead.Your teeth are like a flock of freshly sheared ewes. When they come up from the wash, all have twins, and none of them is dead.Your lips are like a thread of scarlet, and your mouth is beautiful.Your two suns are like a pomegranate inside the veil.Your head is like a tower built by David to store his armor, and on it hang a thousand shields, all of which are shields of warriors. Your breasts are like a pair of fawns grazing among lilies, twins of a doe.

I will go to Myrrh Mountain and Frankincense Hill until I return when the wind is cool and the shadow of the sun is gone. My sweetheart, you are utterly beautiful!Flawless!My bride, leave Lebanon with me, leave Lebanon with me. Look down from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, and from the mountains of the leopards.My sister, my bride, you have taken my heart.With the sight of your eyes you have captured my heart with a golden chain on your neck.How beautiful is thy love, my sister, my bride; thy love is better than wine, and the fragrance of thy ointment is better than all perfumes.My bride, your lips drop honey like a honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue, and the aroma of your garments is like the aroma of Lebanon.

My sister, my bride, is the garden unlocked, the well shut up, the fountain shut up.The pomegranates in your garden bear good fruit, the impatiens, and the tart trees.Narda and saffron, calamus and laurel, and all kinds of frankincense, myrrh, and aloes, with all the best fruits.You are the spring of the garden, the well of living water, the brook that flows from Lebanon. North wind!Rise up!South wind!Blow!Blow in my garden, and let its fragrance escape.May my Beloved enter into his garden and eat his good fruit. Chapter 5 My sister, my bride, I have entered into my garden, and gathered my myrrh and my spices, and eaten my honeycomb and my honey, and drank my wine and my milk.My friends, please eat!My dear, please drink!And drink a lot.

My body is asleep, but my heart is awake.This is the voice of my Beloved, who knocked at the door and said: My sister, my mate, my dove, my perfect man, open the door for me; for my head is full of dew, and my hair is dripping with the dew of the night wet. I replied, "I have taken off my clothes, how can I put them on again?"I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them again?My beloved, stretched out his hand through the door hole, and my heart was moved because of him.I rise up to open the door for my beloved; my hands have dripped myrrh, and my fingers have dripped myrrh on the latch.I opened the door for my beloved, but my beloved has turned away.When he spoke, I was absent; I sought him, but did not find him; I called him, but he did not answer.

The guards of the city met me, beat me, and wounded me; the guards of the walls took my shawl from me.O daughters of Jerusalem!I charge you, if you meet my beloved, tell him that I am sick with love. You are the most beautiful of women, what makes your beloved better than other lovers?What makes your beloved better than other lovers?That's what you ordered us to do?The bride praises the bridegroom, my Beloved, white and red, surpassing ten thousand people.His head was of the finest gold, his hair was thick and drooping, and black as a raven, and his eyes were like the eyes of a dove by the brook, washed with milk, and set in place. His cheeks are like a fragrant flower bed, like a vanilla table.His lips are like lilies, dripping with myrrh.His hands were like golden tubes inlaid with beryls.His body is like carved ivory, surrounded by sapphires.His legs were like pillars of white jade set on seats of fine gold.His form is like Lebanon, and his beauty is like a cedar tree.His mouth is exceedingly sweet, and he is utterly lovely.O daughters of Jerusalem!This is my lover, this is my friend. The Bride Tours in the Garden Chapter Six You are the most beautiful woman, where has your beloved gone?Where has your beloved turned?that we may go with you to find him. My beloved does not go into his own garden, but into a bed of fragrant flowers, where he pastures his flocks and gathers lilies.I am my Beloved, and my Beloved is mine, He pastures his flock among the lilies. My sweetheart!You are as beautiful as Teresa, as beautiful as Jerusalem, as mighty as an army that unfurls its banners.Turn your eyes away from me, for your eyes confuse me.Your hair is like a flock of goats lying beside Mount Gilead.Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, when they are washed, all of them have twins, and none of them is dead.Your two suns are like a pomegranate inside the veil.There were sixty queens and eighty concubines, and countless virgins.My dove, my perfect man, is only one, the only begotten of her mother, beloved of him who bore her.When the women saw her, they called her blessed; when the queen and concubines saw her, they also praised her. Who is it that looks outward like the morning light, beautiful like the moon, bright like the sun, mighty like an army that unfurls its banners?I went down to the walnut orchard to see the green plants in the valley, to see if the grapes were budding, and if the pomegranates were blooming.Before I knew it, my heart placed me in my elder's car. return!return!Shulamite, you come back!you come back!so that we may watch you. Why do you look at the Shulammite as you looked at Mahanaim dancing?The Bride invites the Groom to the Vineyard Chapter Seven Princess, how beautiful your feet are in shoes!Your thighs are as round as jade, the work of a skilled craftsman.Your navel is like a round cup, and there is no shortage of mixed wine; your waist is like a heap of wheat, surrounded by lilies.Your breasts are like a pair of fawns, the twins of a doe.Your neck is like a tower of ivory, and your eyes are like the pool of water at the gate of Heshbon Batralam; your nose is like the tower of Lebanon in Damascus; your head is like Mount Carmel on you, and on your head His hair is purple-black.The king's heart was bound by this drooping hair.My love, how beautiful you are!How delightful!Make people happy and joyful.Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are like its fruit, drooping down.I said I would go up this palm tree and grab the branches.May your breasts droop like grapes, your nose smell like apples, and your mouth like the best wine. The woman said, Swallow for my Beloved and flow into the mouth of the sleeping man. I am my beloved, and he desires me.Come, my beloved!You and I can go to the fields, you and I can stay in the village.Let's get up in the morning and go to the vineyard to see if the grapes are sprouting and blooming, and if the pomegranates are pistils; there I will give you my love.Put incense before the wind, and within our gates are all kinds of fresh and good fruit; my beloved, I have kept them all for you. The Bride Loves the Bridegroom Chapter Eight I wish you were like my brother, like the brother who sucked my mother's milk; I kissed you when I met you outside, and no one despised me.I will guide you, and bring you into my mother's house, that I may be taught, and I will make you drink fragrant wine made from pomegranate juice.His left hand will be under my head, and his right hand will embrace me. O daughters of Jerusalem!I charge you, don't disturb, don't wake up my beloved, until he wills. Who is it that comes up from the wilderness by the trust of his beloved?I wake you up under the apple tree, where your mother worked for you, and whoever gave birth to you, worked for you. If love burns unquenched, please put me on your heart like a seal, on your arm like a seal; for love is as strong as death, and jealousy as cruel as hell; the fire of the LORD.Love cannot be quenched by many waters, nor can a great flood drown it; if any man would exchange all the treasures of his house for love, he would be despised. We have a little sister, her breasts have not grown yet, when someone comes to propose marriage, what should we do for her?If she is a wall, we will build silver towers on it; if she is a door, we will surround her with cedar planks. I am the wall, and my breasts are like the towers upon it.At that time I was like a man of peace in his eyes. Solomon had a vineyard in Baal-hamon, and he gave it to the keepers, and for the fruit of it he was to pay a thousand shekels of silver.My own vineyard is before me. O Solomon!A thousand shekels will be yours, and two hundred shekels will be for those who keep the fruit. You who dwell in the garden and your companions will hear your voice; let me hear it too. O my beloved, come quickly!Like antelope or fawn on a vanilla hill.