Cantacle Of Cantacles Flashcards
1:1
Let him kiss me with the kiss of his mouth: for thy breasts are better than wine,
1:2
Smelling sweet of the best ointments. Thy name is as oil poured out: therefore young maidens have loved thee.
1:3
Draw me: we will run after thee to the odour of thy ointments. The king hath brought me into his storerooms: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, remembering thy breasts more than wine: the righteous love thee.
1:4
I am black but beautiful, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Cedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
1:5
Do not consider me that I am brown, because the sun hath altered my colour: the sons of my mother have fought against me, they have made me the keeper in the vineyards: my vineyard I have not kept.
1:6
Shew me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou liest in the midday, lest I begin to wander after the flocks of thy companions.
1:7
If thou know not thyself, O fairest among women, go forth, and follow after the steps of the flocks, and feed thy kids beside the tents of the shepherds.
1:8
To my company of horsemen, in Pharao’s chariots, have I likened thee, O my love.
1:9
Thy cheeks are beautiful as the turtledove’s, thy neck as jewels.
1:10
We will make thee chains of gold, inlaid with silver.
1:11
While the king was at his repose, my spikenard sent forth the odour thereof.
1:12
A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, he shall abide between my breasts.
1:13
A cluster of cypress my love is to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi.
1:14
Behold thou art fair, O my love, behold thou art fair, thy eyes are as those of doves.
1:15
Behold thou art fair, my beloved, and comely. Our bed is flourishing.
1:16
The beams of our houses are of cedar, our rafters of cypress trees.
2:1
I am the flower of the field, and the lily of the valleys.
2:2
As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
2:3
As the apple tree among the trees of the woods, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow, whom I desired: and his fruit was sweet to my palate.
2:4
He brought me into the cellar of wine, he set in order charity in me.
2:5
Stay me up with flowers, compass me about with apples: because I languish with love.
2:6
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
2:7
I adjure you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and the harts of the, fields, that you stir not up, nor make the beloved to awake, till she please.
2:8
The voice of my beloved, behold he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping over the hills.
2:9
My beloved is like a roe, or a young hart. Behold he standeth behind our wall, looking through the windows, looking through the lattices.
2:10
Behold my beloved speaketh to me: Arise, make haste, my love, my dove, my beautiful one, and come.
2:11
For winter is now past, the rain is over and gone.
2:12
The flowers have appeared in our land, the time of pruning is come: the voice of the turtle is heard in our land:
2:13
The fig tree hath put forth her green figs: the vines in flower yield their sweet smell. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come:
2:14
My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollow places of the wall, shew me thy face, let thy voice sound in my ears: for thy voice is sweet, and thy face comely.
2:15
Catch us the little foxes that destroy the vines: for our vineyard hath flourished.