He is handsome and healthy,
the most outstanding among ten thousand.
His head is purest gold,
His hair is wavy,
black as a raven.
His eyes are a pair of doves,
bathing in a stream
flowing with milk.
His face is a garden of sweet smelling spices;
His lips are lilies dripping with perfume.
His arms are branches of gold covered with jewels,
His body is ivory decorated with sapphires;
His legs are columns of marble
on feet of gold.
He stands there majestic,
like Mount Lebanon
and its choice cedar trees.
His kisses are sweet,
I desire him so much,
young women of Jerusalem
He is my lover and my friend.
Song of Songs 5:10-16
A wonderful adaptation of the original. I like "His face is a garden of sweet smelling spices." And who does this refer to, I wonder?
ReplyDeletewell, you old metrosexual, that would be you with the spice smelling face, the eyes would belong to snow and the statuesque legs would have to be putzy's
ReplyDeletei picked that version for the final line "lover AND friend"
How did you know I always smell so exquisitely fragrant? Well, except after a garlic-laden evening meal, that is. Or after some especially sweaty lawn-mowing.
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