Canticum canticorum

His body is ivory work,
encrusted with sapphires.
His legs are alabaster columns,
set upon bases of gold.
His appearance is like Lebanon,
choice as the cedars.
His speech is most sweet,
and he is altogether desirable.
This is my beloved and this is my friend
O daughters of Jerusalem.

Whither has your beloved gone,
O fairest among women?
Whither has your beloved turned,
that we may seek him with you?

My beloved has gone down to his garden,
to the beds of spices,
to pasture his flock in the gardens,
and to gather lilies.
I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine;
he pastures his flock among the lilies.

You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my love,
comely as Jerusalem,
terrible as an army with banners.
Turn away your eyes from me,
for they disturb me.
There are sixty queens and eighty concubines,
and maidens without number.
My dove, my perfect one,
the darling of her mother,
flawless to her that bore her.
The maidens saw her and called her happy;
the queens and concubines also, and they praised her.
"Who is this that looks forth like the dawn,
fair as the mmon, bright as the sun,
terrible as an army with banners?"



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