Thy love is better than wine
The righteous love thee.
Thou whom my soul loves,
Feed me in thy pastures green,
Shading me from the heat of the day.
For I am thy love, you see me
As a company of mares in a king’s procession
Behold, I am pleasant to thine eyes
My eyes are like that of doves,
Peacefully gazing upon the object of their desire
Pure and comely I am amongst all others,
Thou brought me into thy dwelling place,
Filling me with new wine,
Proclaiming and flaunting thy love for me.
O I am afflicted with love
Sustain me, my Beloved!
Refresh me with thy bounty!
Only thou, my love,
Can draw my heart,
Quicken it to love thee.
O this love for thee is unquenchable!
I proclaim amongst my companions
“Run away with me, my Beloved!
Showing your sweet smelling splendor and strength…”
Song 1:2,4,7,9,15 Song 2:2,5,6,7 Song 8:7,13, 14
