The Song of Songs - Ferrar Fenton Bible Translation page 865

Nard, saffron, and cinnamon sticks, With all Lebanon’s Woods, Myrrh and sandal, with all the best sweets; A Spring in a garden; A Fount of the Water of Life, And like Lebanon's brooks! Scene z. l- 5-6 (The SHEPHERD hid in the garden amongst the rosebushes begins to plead also with the SHEPHERDESS. Sings.) Snernnnn. Arise North wind, or come from the South, O! blow on my Garden, pour out its perfumes! (The SHEPHERDESS replies to him from her bower.) SHEPHERDESS sings. Come in, my love, to my Garden ; I will gather my myrrh and my balm, I will feed you with horey, Of my milk and my wine you shall drink; Come, dearest, eat of my butter, Come, drink and be drunken with love! SHEPHERD, in ecstasy at the gate. Do I sleep ? Yet my heart is awake; At the voice of my darling it beats! Open, my Darling, my Love, My Dove, my Most Perfect! My head is all sopping with dew, My locks with the drops of the night! Snnrnaxnzss I have put off my clothing! Why dress me again? My feet have been washed! Can I soil them again (The S¤2i>1—1mzn1z.ss soliloquizes.) My love puts his hand to the latch, And my breast sighs for him! Scmm 3. (The SHEPHERDESS arising to open the doorjinds her lover has gone upon her refusal, so she goes out to seek him, arid is apprehended by the Police; when she appeals to the CHORUS to he@ her.) Simrnenness to the Cnonus. I rose up to let in my love, And my hands were all dripping with myrrh, And my fingers gave off their perfume On the key of the lock; I opened the door to my love, But my darling had gone! My soul ran to find, it sought to speak to him, But it found him not! I called !-—But he did not reply! 865 12 16