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He entrado en mi huertoa, hermana mía, esposa míab;he recogido mi mirrac con mi bálsamo.He comido mi panal y1 mi miel;he bebido mi vino y2 mi leched.Comede, amigosf;bebed y embriagaos, oh amados.
El tormento de la separación
LA ESPOSA:
2 Yo dormía, pero mi corazón velaba,¡Una voz! ¡Mi amado toca a la puerta!«Abreme, hermana míaa, amada1 mía,paloma mía, perfecta míab,pues mi cabeza está empapada2 de rocío,mis cabellosc empapados de la humedad3 de la noche».3 Me he quitado la ropa,¿cómo he de vestirme de nuevoa?He lavado mis piesb,¿cómo los volveré a ensuciar?4 Mi amado metió su mano por la abertura de la puerta,y se estremecieron por él1 mis entrañasa.5 Yo me levanté para abrir a mi amado;y mis manos destilaron mirraa,y mis dedos mirra líquida1,sobre los pestillos de la cerradura.6 Abrí yo a mi amado,pero mi amado se había retirado, se había idoa.Tras1 su hablar salió mi almab.Lo busqué, y no lo halléc;lo llamé, y no me respondiód.7 Me hallaron los guardas que rondan la ciudada,me golpearon y me hirieron;me quitaron de encima mi chal los guardas de las murallas.8 Yo os conjuro, oh hijas de Jerusaléna,si encontráis a mi amado,¿qué le habéis de decir?Que estoy enferma de amorb.
EL CORO:
9 ¿Qué clase de amado es tu amado1,oh la más hermosa de las mujeresa?¿Qué clase de amado es tu amado2,que así nos conjuras?
LA ESPOSA:
10 Mi amado es resplandeciente y sonrosado1a,distinguido2b entre diez mil.11 Su cabeza es como oro, oro puro,sus cabellosa, como racimos de dátiles1,negros como el cuervo.12 Sus ojos son como palomasajunto a corrientes de agua,bañados en leche,colocados en1 su engasteb.13 Sus mejillas, como eras1 de bálsamo,como riberas de hierbasa aromáticas;sus labios son liriosbque destilan mirra líquidac.14 Sus manos, barras de oroengastadas de beriloa;su vientre, marfil talladorecubierto de zafiros1b.15 Sus piernas, columnas de alabastroasentadas sobre basas de oro puro;su aspecto, como el Líbanoa,gallardo1 como los cedrosb.16 Su paladara, dulcísimo,y todo él, deseableb.Este es mi amado yeste es mi amigo,hijas de Jerusalén.
EL CORO:
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The Torment of Separation
“I have acome into my garden, bmy sister, my bride;I have gathered my cmyrrh along with my balsam.I have eaten my honeycomb with my dhoney;I have edrunk my wine with my milk.Eat, ffriends;Drink and 1drink deeply, lovers.”
The Bride
2 “I was asleep but my heart was awake.A voice! My beloved was knocking:‘Open to me, amy sister, my darling,bMy dove, my perfect one!For my head is 1drenched with dew,My clocks with the dew drops of the night.’3 “I have ataken off my dress,How can I put it on again?I have bwashed my feet,How can I dirty them again?4 “My beloved extended his hand through the opening,And my afeelings were stirred for him.5 “I arose to open to my beloved;And my hands adripped with myrrh,And my fingers with drops of myrrh,On the handles of the bolt.6 “I opened to my beloved,But my beloved had aturned away and had gone!My 1heart went out to him as he bspoke.I csearched for him but I did not find him;I dcalled him but he did not answer me.7 “The awatchmen who make the rounds in the city found me,They struck me and wounded me;The guards of the walls took my shawl away from me.8 “aSwear to me, you daughters of Jerusalem,If you find my beloved,As to what you will tell him:For bI am lovesick.”
The Chorus
9 “1What kind of beloved is your beloved,O amost beautiful among women?2What kind of beloved is your beloved,That you make us swear in this way?”
Admiration by the Bride
The Bride
10 “My beloved is dazzling and 1areddish,bOutstanding among ten thousand.11 “His head is like gold, pure gold;His alocks are like clusters of datesAnd black as a raven.12 “His aeyes are like dovesBeside streams of water,Bathed in milk,And perched in their bsetting.13 “His cheeks are like a abed of balsam,1Banks of herbal spices;His lips are bliliescDripping with drops of myrrh.14 “His hands are rods of goldSet with atopaz;His abdomen is panels of ivoryCovered with 1bsapphires.15 “His thighs are pillars of alabasterSet on pedestals of pure gold;His appearance is like aLebanon,Choice as the bcedars.16 “His 1amouth is full of sweetness.And he is wholly bdesirable.This is my beloved and this is my friend,You daughters of Jerusalem.”
The Chorus
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The Torment of Separation
“I have acome into my garden, bmy sister, my promised bride;I have gathered my cmyrrh along with my balsam and spice from your sweet words.I have eaten my honeycomb with my dhoney;I have edrunk my wine with my milk.Eat, ffriends;Drink and drink deeply, O lovers.” John 16:33
(The Shulammite Bride)
2 “I was asleep, but my heart was awake.A voice in my dream! My beloved was knocking:‘Open to me, amy sister, my darling,bMy dove, my perfect one!For my head is drenched with the heavy night dew;My chair is covered with the dampness of the night.’ Job 11:13-153 “I had ataken off my dress,How can I put it on again?I had bwashed my feet,How could I get them dirty again? Is 32:9; Heb 3:154 “My beloved extended his hand through the opening of the door,And my afeelings were aroused for him.5 “I arose to open for my beloved;And my hands adripped with myrrh,And my fingers with liquid sweet-scented myrrh,On the handles of the bolt.6 “I opened for my beloved,But my beloved had aturned away and was gone.My heart went out to him when he bspoke.I csearched for him, but I could not find him;I dcalled him, but he did not answer me.7 “The awatchmen who make the rounds in the city found me.They struck me, they wounded me;The guardsmen of the walls took my shawl from me.8 “I acommand that you take an oath, O daughters of Jerusalem,If you find my beloved,As to what you tell him—Say that bI am sick from love sick from being without him.” Ps 63:1
(The Chorus)
9 “What is your beloved more than another beloved,O amost beautiful among women?What is your beloved more than another beloved,That you should so command us to take an oath?” John 10:26
Admiration by the Bride
(The Shulammite Bride)
10 “My beloved is exquisitely handsome and aruddy,bOutstanding among ten thousand. Ps 45:2; John 1:1411 “His head is like precious gold, pure gold;His ahair is curly like clusters of datesAnd black as a raven.12 “His aeyes are like dovesBeside streams of water,Bathed in milkAnd reposed bin their setting.13 “His cheeks are like a abed of balsam,Banks of sweet, fragrant herbs.His lips are bliliescDripping sweet-scented myrrh.14 “His hands are rods of goldSet with aberyl;His abdomen is a figure of carved ivoryInlaid with bsapphires.15 “His legs are strong and steady pillars of alabasterSet upon pedestals of fine gold.His appearance is like aLebanon,Stately and choice as the bcedars.16 “His amouth is full of sweetness;Yes, he is altogether blovely and desirable.This is my beloved and this is my friend,O daughters of Jerusalem.” Ps 92:15; Col 1:15
(The Chorus)
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The Torment of Separation
“1I have acome into my garden, bmy sister, my bride;I have gathered my cmyrrh along with my balsam.I have eaten my honeycomb 2and my dhoney;I have edrunk my wine 3and my milk.Eat, ffriends;Drink and 4imbibe deeply, O lovers.”
2 “1I was asleep but my heart was awake.A voice! My beloved was knocking:‘Open to me, amy sister, my darling,bMy dove, my perfect one!For my head is 2drenched with dew,My clocks with the 3damp of the night.’3 “I have ataken off my dress,How can I put it on again?I have bwashed my feet,How can I dirty them again?4 “My beloved extended his hand through the opening,And my 1afeelings were aroused for him.5 “I arose to open to my beloved;And my hands adripped with myrrh,And my fingers with 1liquid myrrh,On the handles of the bolt.6 “I opened to my beloved,But my beloved had aturned away and had gone!My 1heart went out to him as he bspoke.I csearched for him but I did not find him;I dcalled him but he did not answer me.7 “The awatchmen who make the rounds in the city found me,They struck me and wounded me;The guardsmen of the walls took away my shawl from me.8 “I aadjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,If you find my beloved,As to what you will tell him:For bI am lovesick.”
9 “12What kind of beloved is your beloved,O amost beautiful among women?3What kind of beloved is your beloved,That thus you adjure us?”
Admiration by the Bride
10 “1My beloved is dazzling and aruddy,2bOutstanding among ten thousand.11 “His head is like gold, pure gold;His alocks are like clusters of datesAnd black as a raven.12 “His aeyes are like dovesBeside streams of water,Bathed in milk,And 1reposed in their bsetting.13 “His cheeks are like a abed of balsam,Banks of sweet-scented herbs;His lips are bliliescDripping with liquid myrrh.14 “His hands are rods of goldSet with aberyl;His abdomen is carved ivoryInlaid with 1bsapphires.15 “His legs are pillars of alabasterSet on pedestals of pure gold;His appearance is like aLebanonChoice as the bcedars.16 “His 1amouth is full of sweetness.And he is wholly bdesirable.This is my beloved and this is my friend,O daughters of Jerusalem.”