For new is my appearance...
The doors opened to me...
No longer shall I deny but I receive...
My lips are swollen...
Ready to pour out...
As my heart now opens to purity...
Cleansed and now whole...
My head drips with fresh oil...
A quickening captures my soul...
My eyes sought and now my soul has found...
Song of Solomon 1:2-4, 15-17
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth:
for thy love is better than wine
because of the savour of thy good ointments
thy name is as ointment poured forth,
therefore do the virgins love thee
draw me, we will run after thee:
the king hath brought me into his chambers:
we will be glad and rejoice in thee,
We will remember thy love more than wine:
the upright love thee...
Behold, thou art fair, my love;
behold, thou art fair; thou has doves eyes
Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant:
also our bed is green
The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir
Song of Solomon 2:4-6, 10-14
He brought me to the banqueting house,
and his banner over me was love
Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples;
for I am sick of love
His left hand is under my head,
and his right hand doth embrace me...
My beloved spake, and said unto me,
Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away
For, lo, the winter is past,
the rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear on the earth;
the time of the singing of birds is come,
and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
The fig tree putteth forth her green figs,
and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell.
Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock,
in the secret places of the stairs,
let me see thy countenance,
let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice,
and thy countenance is comely