Category Archives: Song of Solomon

1 The Song—best of all songs—Solomon’s song! The Woman 2-3 Kiss me—full on the mouth! Yes! For your love is better than wine, headier than your aromatic oils. The syllables of your name murmur like a meadow brook. No wonder everyone loves to say your name! 4 Take me away with you! Let’s run off […]

1 I’m just a wildflower picked from the plains of Sharon, a lotus blossom from the valley pools. The Man 2 A lotus blossoming in a swamp of weeds— that’s my dear friend among the girls in the village. The Woman 3-4 As an apricot tree stands out in the forest, my lover stands above […]

1-4 Restless in bed and sleepless through the night, I longed for my lover. I wanted him desperately. His absence was painful. So I got up, went out and roved the city, hunting through streets and down alleys. I wanted my lover in the worst way! I looked high and low, and didn’t find him. […]

The Man 1-5 You’re so beautiful, my darling, so beautiful, and your dove eyes are veiled By your hair as it flows and shimmers, like a flock of goats in the distance streaming down a hillside in the sunshine. Your smile is generous and full— expressive and strong and clean. Your lips are jewel red, […]

The Man 1 I went to my garden, dear friend, best lover! breathed the sweet fragrance. I ate the fruit and honey, I drank the nectar and wine. Celebrate with me, friends! Raise your glasses—“To life! To love!” The Woman 2 I was sound asleep, but in my dreams I was wide awake. Oh, listen! […]

The Chorus 1 So where has this love of yours gone, fair one? Where on earth can he be? Can we help you look for him? The Woman 2-3 Never mind. My lover is already on his way to his garden, to browse among the flowers, touching the colors and forms. I am my lover’s […]

1-9 Shapely and graceful your sandaled feet, and queenly your movement— Your limbs are lithe and elegant, the work of a master artist. Your body is a chalice, wine-filled. Your skin is silken and tawny like a field of wheat touched by the breeze. Your breasts are like fawns, twins of a gazelle. Your neck […]

1-2 I wish you’d been my twin brother, sharing with me the breasts of my mother, Playing outside in the street, kissing in plain view of everyone, and no one thinking anything of it. I’d take you by the hand and bring you home where I was raised by my mother. You’d drink my wine […]