The Lantern

Song of Solomon1

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The Bride Confesses Her Love

The song of songs, which is Solomon’s.

The Bride

Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for your love is better than wine.

Because of the savor of your good ointments your name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love you.

The Friends

The Bride

Draw me, we will run after you: the king has brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in you, we will remember your love more than wine: the upright love you.

I am black, but beautiful, O you daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.

Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun has looked upon me: my mother’s children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but my own vineyard have I not kept.

Tell me, O you whom my soul loves, where you feed, where you make your flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turns aside by the flocks of your companions?

The Friends

If you know not, O you fairest among women, go your way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed your kids beside the shepherds’ tents.

The Bridegroom

I have compared you, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots.

Your cheeks are beautiful with rows of jewels, your neck with chains of gold.

The Friends

We will make you borders of gold with studs of silver.

The Bride

While the king sits at his table, my spikenard sends forth its smell.

A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved to me; he shall lie all night between my breasts.

My beloved is to me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of En-gedi.

The Bridegroom

Look, you are fair, my love; look, you are fair; you have doves’ eyes.

The Bride

Look, you are fair, my beloved, yes, pleasant: also our bed is green.

The Bridegroom

The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.