Song of Solomon 1
The bride longs for her groom's affection, comparing his love to fine perfumes and wine. She asks him to reveal where he spends his time, and he tells her to follow the flocks and find him among the shepherds. The groom praises the bride's beauty, comparing her to a turtledove and a bejeweled collar, and the chorus offers to fashion her chains of gold. The bride describes her beloved as a bundle of myrrh and a cluster of grapes, and the groom again praises her beauty, describing their love as a flourishing bed.
1---2Bride: May he kiss me with the kiss of his mouth. Groom to Bride: So much better than wine are your breasts, fragranced with the finest perfumes.3Bride to Groom: Your name is oil that has been poured out; therefore, the maidens have loved you. Draw me forward4Chorus to Bride: We will run after you in the odor of your perfumes. Bride to Chorus: The king has led me into his storerooms. Chorus to Bride5Bride to Chorus: O daughters of Jerusalem: I am black, but shapely, like the tabernacles of Kedar, like the tents of Solomon6Do not be concerned that I am dark, for the sun has changed my color. The sons of my mother have fought against me. They have made me the keeper of the vineyards. My own vineyard I have not kept7Bride 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 companions8Groom 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 shepherds9O my love, I have compared you to my company of horsemen against the chariots of Pharaoh10Your cheeks are beautiful, like those of a turtledove. Your neck is like a bejeweled collar11Chorus to Bride: We will fashion for you chains of gold, accented with reddened silver12Bride to Chorus: While the king was taking his rest, my aromatic ointment sent forth its odor13My beloved is a bundle of myrrh to me. He shall abide between my breasts14My beloved is a cluster of Cyprus grapes to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi15Groom to Bride: Behold, you are beautiful, O my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are those of a dove16Bride to Groom: Behold, you are handsome, O my beloved, and graceful. Our bed is flourishing17Groom to Bride: The timbers of our houses are of cedar; our ceilings are of cypress
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