The Lantern

Song of Solomon4

Solomon Admires His Bride

The Bridegroom

See, you are beautiful, my darling; see, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down from Mount Gilead.

Your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes that have come up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and not one among them bereaved.

Like a thread of scarlet are your lips, and your speech is comely. Like a slice of pomegranate is your temple behind your veil.

Like the tower of David is your neck, built in courses; a thousand shields hang upon it, all the bucklers of the mighty men.

Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, that pasture among the lilies.

Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.

You are all beautiful, my darling, and there is no blemish in you.

With me from Lebanon, bride — with me from Lebanon you shall come. Look down from the summit of Amana, from the summit of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of lions, from the mountains of leopards.

You have taken my heart, my sister, bride; you have taken my heart with one of your eyes, with one bead of your necklaces.

How beautiful are your loves, my sister, bride! How much better are your loves than wine, and the fragrance of your oils than all spices!

Your lips drip liquid honey, bride; honey and milk are under your tongue, and the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.

A locked garden is my sister, bride; a locked spring, a sealed fountain.

Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates with choice fruit, henna with nard —

nard and saffron, cane and cinnamon, with all the trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices —

a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.

The Bride

Awake, north wind, and come, south wind! Breathe upon my garden — let its spices flow. Let my beloved come to his garden and eat its choice fruit.