The Lantern

Song of Solomon6

Where is your beloved gone, O fairest among women? where is your beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with you.

My beloved has gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine: he feeds among the lilies.

You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, beautiful as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.

Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me: your hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.

Your teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, of which every one bears twins, and there is not one barren among them.

As a piece of a pomegranate are your temples within your locks.

There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and virgins without number.

My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yes, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

Who is she that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?

I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished, and the pomegranates budded.

Before I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.

Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon you. What will you see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.