The Lantern

Song of Solomon8

Longing for Her Beloved

Who will make you like a brother to me, one who nursed at my mother’s breasts? I would find you outside, I would kiss you, and they would not despise me.

I would lead you, I would bring you to my mother’s house — she would teach me — I would give you spiced wine to drink, from the juice of my pomegranate.

His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.

I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem: why would you rouse and why would you awaken love until it pleases?

The Friends

The Bride

Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I awakened you; there your mother was in labor with you, there she was in labor who bore you.

Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm — for love is strong as death, jealousy hard as Sheol. Its flames are flames of fire, the flame of Yah.

Many waters cannot quench love, and rivers cannot sweep it away. If a man were to give all the wealth of his house for love, they would utterly despise him.

The Friends

We have a little sister, and she has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister on the day she is spoken for?

If she is a wall, we will build upon her a battlement of silver; and if she is a door, we will enclose her with a board of cedar.

The Bride

I am a wall, and my breasts are like the towers — then I became in his eyes as one who finds peace.

Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon. He gave the vineyard over to keepers; each would bring for its fruit a thousand of silver.

My own vineyard is before me. The thousand is yours, Solomon, and two hundred for those who keep its fruit.

The Bridegroom

You who dwell in the gardens — companions are listening for your voice. Let me hear it!

The Bride

Flee, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a fawn of the deer upon the mountains of spices.