Lyrics
Shulamite
maid
1 O that thou wert
as my brother, that sucked
the breasts of my mother!
when I should find thee
without, I would kiss
thee; yea, I should not be
despised.
2 I would lead thee, and
bring thee into my
mother's house, who would
instruct me: I would cause
thee to drink of spiced
wine of the juice of my
pomegranate.
3 His left hand should be
under my head, and his
right hand should embrace
me.
4 I charge you, O
daughters of Jerusalem,
that ye stir not up, nor
awake my love, until he
please.
Friends
5 Who is this that cometh
up from the wilderness,
leaning upon her beloved?
A
relative
I raised thee up under the
apple tree: there thy
mother brought thee forth:
there she brought thee
forth that bare thee.
Shulamite maid
6 Set me as a seal upon
thine heart, as a seal
upon thine arm: for love
is strong as death;
jealousy is cruel as the
grave: the coals thereof
are coals of fire, which
hath a most vehement
flame.
7 Many waters cannot
quench love, neither can
the floods drown it: if a
man would give all the
substance of his house for
love, it would utterly be
contemned.
Brothers
8 We have a little sister,
and she hath no breasts:
what shall we do for our
sister in the day when she
shall be spoken for?
9 If she be a wall, we
will build upon her a
palace of silver: and if
she be a door, we will
inclose her with boards of
cedar.
Shulamite maid
10 I am a wall, and my
breasts like towers: then
was I in his eyes as one
that found favour.
11 Solomon had a vineyard
at Baalhamon; he let out
the vineyard unto keepers;
every one for the fruit
thereof was to bring a
thousand pieces of silver.
12 My vineyard, which is
mine, is before me: thou,
O Solomon, must have a
thousand, and those that
keep the fruit thereof two
hundred.
Lover
13 Thou that dwellest in
the gardens, the
companions hearken to thy
voice: cause me to hear
it.
Shulamite maid
14 Make haste, my beloved,
and be thou like to a roe
or to a young hart upon
the mountains of spices.
Track Comments
This song
was composed in 2006.
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