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Young Women of Jerusalem
Where has your lover gone,
O woman of rare beauty?
Which way did he turn
so we can help you find him?
Young Woman
Where has your lover gone,
O woman of rare beauty?
Which way did he turn
so we can help you find him?
Young Woman
I Am My Beloved’s
The Daughters of Jerusalem
Where has your beloved gone,
O fairest among women?
Where has your beloved turned aside,
That we may seek him with you?
The Daughters of Jerusalem
Where has your beloved gone,
O fairest among women?
Where has your beloved turned aside,
That we may seek him with you?
My lover has gone down to his garden,
to his spice beds,
to browse in the gardens
and gather the lilies.
to his spice beds,
to browse in the gardens
and gather the lilies.
The Shulamite
My beloved has gone to his garden,
To the beds of spices,
To feed his flock in the gardens,
And to gather lilies.
My beloved has gone to his garden,
To the beds of spices,
To feed his flock in the gardens,
And to gather lilies.
I am my lover’s, and my lover is mine.
He browses among the lilies.
Young Man
He browses among the lilies.
Young Man
I am my beloved’s,
And my beloved is mine.
He feeds his flock among the lilies.
And my beloved is mine.
He feeds his flock among the lilies.
You are beautiful, my darling,
like the lovely city of Tirzah.
Yes, as beautiful as Jerusalem,
as majestic as an army with billowing banners.
like the lovely city of Tirzah.
Yes, as beautiful as Jerusalem,
as majestic as an army with billowing banners.
Praise of the Shulamite’s Beauty
The Beloved
O my love, you are as beautiful as Tirzah,
Lovely as Jerusalem,
Awesome as an army with banners!
The Beloved
O my love, you are as beautiful as Tirzah,
Lovely as Jerusalem,
Awesome as an army with banners!
Turn your eyes away,
for they overpower me.
Your hair falls in waves,
like a flock of goats winding down the slopes of Gilead.
for they overpower me.
Your hair falls in waves,
like a flock of goats winding down the slopes of Gilead.
Your cheeks are like rosy pomegranates
behind your veil.
behind your veil.
Like a piece of pomegranate
Are your temples behind your veil.
Are your temples behind your veil.
Even among sixty queens
and eighty concubines
and countless young women,
and eighty concubines
and countless young women,
There are sixty queens
And eighty concubines,
And virgins without number.
And eighty concubines,
And virgins without number.
I would still choose my dove, my perfect one —
the favorite of her mother,
dearly loved by the one who bore her.
The young women see her and praise her;
even queens and royal concubines sing her praises:
the favorite of her mother,
dearly loved by the one who bore her.
The young women see her and praise her;
even queens and royal concubines sing her praises:
My dove, my perfect one,
Is the only one,
The only one of her mother,
The favorite of the one who bore her.
The daughters saw her
And called her blessed,
The queens and the concubines,
And they praised her.
Is the only one,
The only one of her mother,
The favorite of the one who bore her.
The daughters saw her
And called her blessed,
The queens and the concubines,
And they praised her.
“Who is this, arising like the dawn,
as fair as the moon,
as bright as the sun,
as majestic as an army with billowing banners?”
Young Woman
as fair as the moon,
as bright as the sun,
as majestic as an army with billowing banners?”
Young Woman
Who is she who looks forth as the morning,
Fair as the moon,
Clear as the sun,
Awesome as an army with banners?
Fair as the moon,
Clear as the sun,
Awesome as an army with banners?
I went down to the grove of walnut trees
and out to the valley to see the new spring growth,
to see whether the grapevines had budded
or the pomegranates were in bloom.
and out to the valley to see the new spring growth,
to see whether the grapevines had budded
or the pomegranates were in bloom.
The Shulamite
I went down to the garden of nuts
To see the verdure of the valley,
To see whether the vine had budded
And the pomegranates had bloomed.
I went down to the garden of nuts
To see the verdure of the valley,
To see whether the vine had budded
And the pomegranates had bloomed.