Song of Songs 3:6
The Royal Wedding ProcessionThe Speaker: Who is this coming up from the wilderness like a column of smoke, like a fragrant billow of myrrh and frankincense, every kind of fragrant powder of the traveling merchants?
The Royal Wedding ProcessionThe Speaker: Who is this coming up from the wilderness like a column of smoke, like a fragrant billow of myrrh and frankincense, every kind of fragrant powder of the traveling merchants?
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6 Until the dawn arrives and the shadows flee, I will go up to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
4 The Beloved to the Maidens: I admonish you, O maidens of Jerusalem:“Do not arouse or awaken love until it pleases!”
5 The Awakening of LoveThe Maidens about His Beloved: Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved?The Beloved to Her Lover: Under the apple tree I aroused you; there your mother conceived you, there she who bore you was in labor of childbirth.
12 The Beloved about Her Lover: While the king was at his banqueting table, my nard gave forth its fragrance.
13 My beloved is like a fragrant pouch of myrrh spending the night between my breasts.
14 My beloved is like a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of En Gedi.
2 “I will arise and look all around throughout the town, and throughout the streets and squares; I will search for my beloved.” I searched for him but I did not find him.
3 The night watchmen found me– the ones who guard the city walls.“Have you seen my beloved?”
4 Scarcely had I passed them by when I found my beloved! I held onto him tightly and would not let him go until I brought him to my mother’s house, to the bedroom chamber of the one who conceived me.
5 The Adjuration RefrainThe Beloved to the Maidens: I admonish you, O maidens of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and by the young does of the open fields:“Do not awake or arouse love until it pleases!”
17 I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
18 Come, let’s drink deeply of lovemaking until morning, let’s delight ourselves with love’s pleasures.
2 The Desire for LoveThe Beloved to Her Lover: Oh, how I wish you would kiss me passionately! For your lovemaking is more delightful than wine.
3 The fragrance of your colognes is delightful; your name is like the finest perfume. No wonder the young women adore you!
4 Draw me after you; let us hurry! May the king bring me into his bedroom chambers! The Maidens to the Lover: We will rejoice and delight in you; we will praise your love more than wine.The Beloved to Her Lover: How rightly the young women adore you!
5 The Country Maiden and the Daughters of JerusalemThe Beloved to the Maidens: I am dark but lovely, O maidens of Jerusalem, dark like the tents of Qedar, lovely like the tent curtains of Salmah.
1 The Lost Lover FoundThe Maidens to the Beloved: Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned? Tell us, that we may seek him with you.
2 The Beloved to the Maidens: My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the flowerbeds of balsam spices, to graze in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
10 “Who is this who appears like the dawn? Beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, awe-inspiring as the stars in procession?”
1 The Lover to His Beloved: I have entered my garden, O my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my balsam spice. I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey; I have drunk my wine and my milk!The Poet to the Couple: Eat, friends, and drink! Drink freely, O lovers!
2 The Trials of Love: The Beloved’s Dream of Losing Her LoverThe Beloved about Her Lover: I was asleep, but my mind was dreaming. Listen! My lover is knocking at the door! The Lover to His Beloved:“Open for me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one! My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night.”
7 The Beloved to the Maidens: I admonish you, O maidens of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and by the young does of the open fields: Do not awaken or arouse love until it pleases!
8 The Arrival of the LoverThe Beloved about Her Lover: Listen! My lover is approaching! Look! Here he comes, leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills!
9 My lover is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look! There he stands behind our wall, gazing through the window, peering through the lattice.
10 The Season of Love and the Song of the TurtledoveThe Lover to His Beloved: My lover spoke to me, saying:“Arise, my darling; My beautiful one, come away with me!
13 Your shoots are a royal garden full of pomegranates with choice fruits: henna with nard,
14 nard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon with every kind of spice, myrrh and aloes with all the finest spices.
15 You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water flowing down from Lebanon.
16 The Beloved to Her Lover: Awake, O north wind; come, O south wind! Blow on my garden so that its fragrant spices may send out their sweet smell. May my beloved come into his garden and eat its delightful fruit!
10 How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine; the fragrance of your perfume is better than any spice!
13 His cheeks are like garden beds full of balsam trees yielding perfume. His lips are like lilies dripping with drops of myrrh.
14 The Beloved to Her Lover: Make haste, my beloved! Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.
8 The Wedding Night: Beautiful as Lebanon Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come with me from Lebanon. Descend from the crest of Amana, from the top of Senir, the summit of Hermon, from the lions’ dens and the mountain haunts of the leopards.
9 The Maidens to The Beloved: Why is your beloved better than others, O most beautiful of women? Why is your beloved better than others, that you would admonish us in this manner?
6 How beautiful you are! How lovely, O love, with your delights!
13 The fig tree has ripened its figs, the vines have blossomed and give off their fragrance. Arise, come away my darling; my beautiful one, come away with me!”
16 His mouth is very sweet; he is totally desirable. This is my beloved! This is my companion, O maidens of Jerusalem!
7 The Shepherd and the ShepherdessThe Beloved to Her Lover: Tell me, O you whom my heart loves, where do you pasture your sheep? Where do you rest your sheep during the midday heat? Tell me lest I wander around beside the flocks of your companions!
8 The Lover to His Beloved: If you do not know, O most beautiful of women, simply follow the tracks of my flock, and pasture your little lambs beside the tents of the shepherds.
9 The Beautiful Mare and the Fragrant MyrrhThe Lover to His Beloved: O my beloved, you are like a mare among Pharaoh’s stallions.
10 Poetic Refrain: Mutual PossessionThe Beloved about Her Lover: I am my beloved’s, and he desires me!
11 The Journey to the CountrysideThe Beloved to Her Lover: Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside; let us spend the night in the villages.
12 Let us rise early to go to the vineyards, to see if the vines have budded, to see if their blossoms have opened, if the pomegranates are in bloom– there I will give you my love.
13 The mandrakes send out their fragrance; over our door is every delicacy, both new and old, which I have stored up for you, my lover.
8 All your garments are perfumed with myrrh, aloes, and cassia. From the luxurious palaces comes the music of stringed instruments that makes you happy.
4 The Renewal of LoveThe Lover to His Beloved: My darling, you are as beautiful as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as awe-inspiring as bannered armies!
5 I arose to open for my beloved; my hands dripped with myrrh– my fingers flowed with myrrh on the handles of the lock.
7 Look! It is Solomon’s portable couch! It is surrounded by sixty warriors, some of Israel’s mightiest warriors.
10 Its posts were made of silver; its back was made of gold. Its seat was upholstered with purple wool; its interior was inlaid with leather by the maidens of Jerusalem.
11 Come out, O maidens of Zion, and gaze upon King Solomon! He is wearing the crown with which his mother crowned him on his wedding day, on the most joyous day of his life!