Tune: Blaenwern
(\'Love divine, all loves excelling\')
Song of Solomon 5 v.8 - 6 v.3
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The bride, she then there did charge them
Daughters* of Jerusalem (*Bridesmaids?)
That if they found her beloved
Unto him these words be said
That I am lovesick, and wanting
You to see, I am yearning
What, say daughters, is your beloved
More than others, your betrothed?
I shall tell of him unto you
My beloved is white, he true
And ruddy, chief midst ten thousand
He shall protect me, defend
His head is as the most fine gold
None comparable be told
His hair bushy, black as raven
Wavy is his hairstyle done
His eyes as eyes of doves they be
By rivers of waters, see
Washed with milk, they be fitly set
They focusing clearly yet
His cheeks be as bed of spices
All allures me, entices
As sweet flowers, banks of herbs they
Scented are along the way
His lips like lilies, dropping sweet
Myrrh, he lovely, head to feet
His hands as gold rings, they are set
In beauty I ne\'er forget
His body as bright ivory
Overlaid with sapphires be
His legs as pillars of marble
Set on fine gold bases all
His countenance as Lebanon
He my love, my only one
Excellent as the tall cedars
On the mountains, my heart stirs
His mouth is most sweet, yes he is
Altogether lovely, this
Is my belovéd and my friend
We shall love unto the end
Where has your belovéd gone? do
Say, so we may seek with you
Said the daughters, that their intent
To find him with bride they went
He is gone down to his garden
To beds of spices, feeds then
His flock, and to gather lilies
I am his, he is mine, bliss