5 א | בָּאתִי לְגַנִּי אֲחֹתִי כַלָּה אָרִיתִי מוֹרִי עִם בְּשָׂמִי אָכַלְתִּי יַעְרִי עִם דִּבְשִׁי שָׁתִיתִי יֵינִי עִם חֲלָבִי אִכְלוּ רֵעִים שְׁתוּ וְשִׁכְרוּדֹּודִים | I am come into my garden my sister O bride I have gathered my myrrh with my spice I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey I have drunk my wine with my milk eat, friends; drink yea, be intoxicated, O lovers | An argument for incarnation. I am reminded of John 6 - except ye eat my flesh and drink my blood, ye have no life in you |
ב | אֲנִי יְשֵׁנָה וְלִבִּי עֵר קוֹל דּוֹדִי דוֹפֵק פִּתְחִי לִי אֲחֹתִי רַעְיָתִי יוֹנָתִי תַמָּתִי שֶׁרֹּאשִׁי נִמְלָא טָל קְוֻצּוֹתַי רְסִיסֵי לָיְלָה | I - I sleep, but my heart is aroused the voice of my beloved knocking Open to me, my sister, my companion my dove, my undefiled for my head is filled with dew my locks with the drops of the night | restless...called - will we respond? Wake to the knock, do not let the cares of the world distract you. |
ג | פָּשַׁטְתִּי אֶת כֻּתָּנְתִּי אֵיכָכָה אֶלְבָּשֶׁנָּה רָחַצְתִּי אֶת רַגְלַי אֵיכָכָה אֲטַנְּפֵם | I have put off my coat how then shall I put it on? I have washed my feet how then shall I soil them? | the moment is missed |
ד | דּוֹדִי שָׁלַח יָדוֹ מִן הַחֹר וּמֵעַי הָמוּ עָלָיו | My beloved put in his hand by the hole and my belly moved for him. | the moment is not passed - she is known |
For there is a language of flowers
for flowers are peculiarly, the poetry of Christ (Christopher Smart)
א ב ג ד ה ו ז ח ט י כ ל מ נ ס ע פ צ ק ר ש ת
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