The Song of Songs
1973 copyright translation
ISBN: 015-18377-8
Poem 15 (her setting to
verse of 4:1 - 7 (Kethubim)
How fine,
you are, my love,
your eyes like doves'
behind your veil
Your hair---
as black as goats
winding down the slopes
Your teeth ---
a flock of sheep
rising from the stream
in twos, each with its twin
Your lips ---
like woven threads
of crimson silk
A gleam of pomegranate
--- your forehead
through your veil
Your neck ---
a tower
adorned with shields
Your breasts ---
twin fawns
in fields of flowers
Until the day is over,
shadows gone,
I'll go
up to the hills
of fragrant bloom
How fine
you are, my love,
my perfect one
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