The Song of Songs (Shir HaShirim) is a poetic book in the Hebrew Bible that uses romantic imagery to symbolize the relationship between God and Israel, or between the soul and its divine beloved. This musical interpretation presents the complete text in Hebrew with English lyrics, featuring themes of longing, beauty, devotion, and the unquenchable nature of true love. The song describes the beloved as beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, with eyes like doves beside streams of water, and emphasizes that love is stronger than death and cannot be quenched by many waters. The musical arrangement transforms the ancient Hebrew poetry into an emotional worship experience that invites listeners to meditate on the profound spiritual love described in this sacred text.
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Song of love.
>> Song of the soul.
>> Searching for her beloved.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth for better than wine. Mine is your love.
Your fragrance is poured out like precious oil and your name is aroma upon my heart.
That is why they love you. The maidens.
That is why my soul wants to run after you.
Do not leave me far.
Do not leave me alone.
If you call me, I will run after you.
Do not leave me outside your secret chambers.
If you draw me, I come back to life.
Father The king has brought me into his chambers. And there my sorrow became a song. We will rejoice. We will be glad in you.
More than wine, we will remember your love.
With upright hearts, the sincere ones love you.
>> In truth, they seek you. Those who hear your voice, draw me once again when I lose the way.
>> Draw me once again into your inner play.
Dark am I yet beautiful >> daughters of Yusha lie listen to my voice >> like the tents of Kedar beneath the desert sun >> like the curtains of Schlommo >> kept with love do not look upon my skin marked by the sun >> my brothers were angry with me >> and sent me to guard the vineyard I guarded other vyards >> under the burning day.
>> But my own vineyard I could not keep.
Even so >> my soul seeks you.
>> Even so >> my song rises to you.
>> Tell me my beloved >> where you pasture your flock.
>> Tell me where you rest when midday comes.
For I do not want to wander beside other flocks. I do not want to run without finding your light. Tell me where to find you. Tell me where to wait for you.
My soul loves you and longs to follow you.
for me.
He If you do not know, oh most beautiful among women, >> go out by the footsteps of the flock.
>> Lead your young goats beside the tent >> there where the shepherds keep the way.
>> You are not lost >> if you follow the footprint.
>> You are not alone >> if you seek my voice. Come by the path the flocks have known >> and you will find my resting place beneath the sun. Draw me >> and I will run.
Call me >> and I will answer.
>> Guide me and I will follow.
Love me and I will lead.
Heavy father heavy.
Draw me after you >> and we will run.
>> Bring me to your chambers.
>> Oh, king of love.
>> I will rejoice in you.
>> I will be glad in you >> more than one.
>> I will remember your love.
>> Shush it. Song of love.
>> The soul listens >> and runs toward her beloved.
Beneath your banner, my soul found rest.
Among fragrances and vineyards, a song was born.
My beloved, I compare to beauty among the chariots.
Like a chosen man among Pharaoh's chariots, beautiful are your cheeks among delicate ornaments.
Your neck shines bright with necklaces of love.
We will make for you ornaments of gold with points of silver shining in the sun.
For your beauty is not lost in the shadow.
>> Your voice calls to me and gladdens my heart.
While the king was at his table, my perfume of nard poured out its fragrance. My beloved is to me like a bundle of my >> resting upon my breast. Through the night, my beloved is to me a cluster of blossoms in the beautiful vineyards of getting >> among gentle aromas. My soul remembers him >> and all my being begins to smile again.
>> How beautiful you are, >> my beloved. How beautiful you are >> my love.
>> Your eyes are dos filled with tenderness.
>> A house is greener is peace.
I am a flower of the plain, a lily among the valleys, small among the fields, yet seen by your love.
Like a lily among thorns, so is my beloved.
>> So he looks upon me with tenderness and honor.
>> Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest.
>> So is my beloved >> among all the others, >> I sat beneath his shadow with deep desire, and his fruit was sweet upon my pallet.
The beams of our house are strong cedars. The rafters above us are cypresses of peace. Your voice fills the air like fine perfume. And your gaze brings springtime to this place.
>> Do not fear my love.
>> Do not hide your face.
>> Your beauty does not depend on the judgment of the sun.
>> Come beneath my shadow. Rest within my song.
>> My banner over you will always be love.
Beneath tall cedars, >> beneath golden light, >> your love sustains me.
>> Your voice lifts me up.
>> Beneath your shadow, >> my soul breathes again.
>> And the wine of your house makes me sing once more.
Sustain me with raising cakes.
Cover me with apples.
For I am sick with love.
His left hand is under my head >> and his right hand embraces me with warmth. Do not awaken love >> before it's time.
>> Do not force the fire >> before it burns.
>> Love has its season.
>> It's secret and its path.
>> And when it awakens, >> no one can hold it back.
>> Beneath your banner, >> I find rest.
>> Beneath your shadow, >> I live again. Your love is wine.
>> Your voice is home.
>> Your sweet fruit makes me sing.
He brought me to the house of wine >> and his banner over me was love.
>> I said beneath his shadow >> and his fruit was sweet to my voice.
>> Sustain me with raisin cakes. Cover me with apples, >> for my soul is singing, >> sick with love.
>> Do not awaken love until it desires to wake.
>> Do not force the fire.
>> Let it burn in peace.
The voice of my beloved comes over the mountains.
Spring is awakening and my heart can hear him.
Listen to the voice of your beloved.
Look, he's coming to you.
Leaping over the mountains, crossing over the hills. Like a swift gazelle, like a young stack.
I stand behind your wall, looking through the window, gazing through the lattice, searching for your face.
>> Rise up my love, >> my beautiful one. Come with me. Come into the light.
I heard your voice before I saw you.
Like a gentle wind over the garden.
My heart trembled when you spoke my name.
And all the winter began to break away.
The rain was gone.
>> The shadows fled.
>> The sleeping earth >> began to bloom again.
>> And in the midst of silence, your call found me.
>> Rise up, my love. Come with me once again.
>> The winter is passed.
>> The rain is gone.
>> The flowers have appeared in our land.
>> The time of singing >> has now arrived. And the voice of the turtle dove is heard in our home.
The fig tree ripens its first fruits.
The blossoming vines pour out their fragrance.
>> Rise up my love, my beautiful one.
>> Come with me.
>> Come out of fear.
>> My dove in the cliffs of the rock.
Hidden in secret >> by the steep place.
>> Let me see your face.
>> Let me hear your voice.
>> Oh, sweet is your voice.
>> And lovely your countenance.
>> I was hidden among stone and silence.
Holding back my song, afraid to come out.
>> But your voice told me, >> "Do not fear my love. Your face is beautiful.
>> Your voice is for me.
>> Then my soul open like a vineyard.
>> And the air carried the fragrance of flowers.
>> I do not want to lose >> what is now begin.
>> I do not want anything to steal this love.
Catch the foxes, the little foxes, >> those that ruin the vineyards while they are in blossom.
>> Guard the fruits, guard the fragrance.
>> Guard the secret of the first love.
>> For a vineyard >> already has tender shoots >> and our soul >> is beginning to rise.
>> Let nothing small >> break what is sacred.
>> Let nothing hidden >> steal the garden.
Make sure you My beloved is mine and I am his.
>> He feeds his flockies >> until the day breeze >> and the shadows flee.
>> Return my beloved >> like a swift gazelle.
>> I am your beloved and you are mine.
Among the liies, >> I kept your song >> until the day awakens and the shadows fall.
>> I come over the mountains, >> following your voice.
>> Come over the mountains.
>> Come over the hills.
>> Come like the springtime upon my heart.
>> Come while the night has not yet ended.
Come until the day breathes out its life.
The voice of my beloved is already coming to me.
Leaping over mountains, calling me to arise. My beloved is mine and I am his until the day and the shadows flee.
Rise up my love, my beautiful one. Come with me. Come into the light.
on my bed through the night.
I sought the one my soul loves.
I sought him, but I did not find him.
upon my bed.
When all was silent, my soul awakened, searching for your voice.
The night was long.
The house was sleepy, but my heart could not rest without you.
I rose and crossed the sleeping city through darken streets and empty squares.
I sought the one my whole soul loves.
I sought him but he was not there.
Where are you, my beloved? Where does your heart rest? If my soul names you, the night opens wide. If my feet seek you, the song returns.
to me.
The watchmen found me as they roamed the city. Those who guard the walls beneath the night. I asked them, "Have you seen my beloved?
Have you seen the one my spirit seeks?
Scarely had I passed. But when my heart found him, like a hidden flame, burning once again.
I held him close and would not let him go until I brought him to my mother's house.
>> I found him in the night.
>> I found him in silence.
>> I found him when my soul >> refused to sleep.
>> I found him in the longing.
>> I found him in the searching. I found it when love >> taught me to follow.
>> Daughters of Jerusalem.
>> I charge you >> by the gazels and the dust of the field.
>> Do not awaken love before it's time.
>> Do not call it until it desires to wake.
>> Love has its hour.
>> It's fire in secret.
>> A closed door >> and an inward fragrance.
>> Do not force it. Do not break it. Let it be born when the heart speaks.
Who is this? Coming up from the wilderness >> like columns of smoke with myrr and frankincense >> with precious spices >> from ancient merchants >> with solemn beauty beneath golden light.
>> Look the carriage of Schlommo >> surrounded by mighty men of Israel.
>> All of them bear swords because of the night. All of them guard the way until the dawn.
>> The king made for himself a carriage of wood with pillars of silver and a back of gold. Its siege was covered with deep purple and inside it was adorned with love.
>> Go out daughters of te.
>> Behold king >> with the crown of the day of his joy.
Behold the gladness of this heart.
>> When love arises like a royal son.
>> I sought you in the night >> and I found your voice.
>> I held you inside >> and the light returns.
>> I will not awaken love >> before it's sour.
>> But when it awakens, it will burn in fullness.
She saw him on my bed.
>> I saw him through the city. I saw him >> among shadows >> until I saw him come.
>> I held him with my soul.
>> I would not let him go.
>> For true love knows how to wait.
Do not awaken love >> until it desires to awaken.
>> Do not awaken love.
Let it burn in peace.
Locked garden, sealed fountain, hidden fragrance beneath the light.
Beautiful you are my beloved.
Beautiful you are before my eyes.
Your eyes are thus behind your soft veil.
Your gaze rests like peace upon me.
Your lips are a scarlet thread and your speech is sweet to me. Your presence rises like mr in the night and my heart surreners to your voice until the day breathes and the shadows flee.
I will go to the mountain of Mr. and to the hill of frankincense.
For all of you is beautiful, my beloved >> and there is no blemish in your heart.
Come with me from the lean on. Come my beloved toward my song. You have captured my heart. With one single glance, with one strand of your necklace, you made me sing.
How beautiful is your love, >> sweeter than wine, >> the scent of your garments, >> like the lean on.
>> Honey and milk >> are beneath your tongue, >> and your lips pour out fragrance and song.
Lock's garden beloved bright seal fountain and guarded spring. Your shoots are an orchard of precious fruits for meren and alo >> chosen perfumes >> rise slowly >> like golden prayer >> from the garden.
>> Fountain of gardens well of living waters. streams descending >> from the Lebanon.
Oh, ma.
Awake north wind, come south wind, blow upon my garden. Let its fragrances flow.
Let my beloved come to his garden and eat its fruits precious and sweet.
>> My garden awakens when it hears his voice >> and all my fant >> answers his love.
All of you is beautiful, >> my beloved.
>> Everything in you blooms >> beneath the light.
>> Locked garden, >> seal fountain.
>> True love >> knows how to garden.
>> Come to my garden.
>> Come my belove.
>> Let the winds awaken.
Awake north wind.
>> Come south wind blow up on the garden.
>> Let the fragrance rise.
>> Let my beloved come to his garden and eat its fruits.
Precious and sweet locked garden, >> seal fountain.
>> All of you is beautiful.
My beloved The night fell over the garden, but the heart remained awake.
I have come to my garden, my sister, my beloved bride.
I have gathered my together with my spices.
I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey.
I have drunk my wine together with my milk.
Eat friends, drink beloved ones. Let true love fill the house. The garden open its fragrance beneath the night.
And my voice called beside the door.
I was sleeping, but my heart was awake.
My body was resting, but my soul hurt.
The voice of my beloved knocking at the door. Like gentle rain in the middle of the night.
>> Open to me, my sister.
>> Open to me, to me, my beloved.
My head is filled with dew. My head with drops of the night.
I had taken off my robe. How could I put it on again?
I had washed my feet. How could I soil them again?
But my beloved stretched his hand through the opening and my inward being trembled. Because of him I rose up to open to my beloved and my hands dripped with my fingers poured out perfume upon the bolt. But when I opened my beloved had gone. My soul went out when he spoke. My heart ran after his voice. I sought him but I did not find him. I called him but he gave no answer.
Say la.
The watchmen found me as they roam the city.
They struck me.
They wounded me.
>> Those who guard the walls took away my veil. And I kept searching for the one my soul loves.
Daughters of Yahusha.
If you find my beloved, >> tell him that I am sick with love.
>> Tell him that my night is calling him.
>> Tell him that my soul found no rest.
>> Tell him that I am wounded with love.
Tell him that my voice searched for him.
>> Tell him that the night was long.
>> Tell him that my soul awake.
>> I opened the door too late and the wind answered.
I searched through the streets. For the voice that had gone away. But true love does not die in absence. It burns in the silence until it finds again.
It was not a dream. It was a calling. It was not a shadow. It was his voice. My heart was awake. When everything was sleeping, my soul was seeking him beneath the night.
I was sleeping >> but my heart was awake. The night wounded me, >> but my love did not fall silent.
>> If you find my beloved, tell him of my soul. Tell him that I am sick with love.
The door remained open.
The night was left behind, but my heart remained awake.
What is your beloved more than another beloved.
Oh, beautiful among women.
What is your beloved?
What is your beloved >> more than another beloved?
Why have you made us swear?
Why do you seek him like this?
What is in his voice? What is in his name? Why does your wounded soul never stop following?
My beloved is radiant and burning bright. He is distinguished among thousands.
His head is fine gold, pure gold. His hair is like clusters, dark as the raven.
His eyes are doves beside streams of water, washed in milk set with tenderness.
His gaze does not wound. His gaze restores.
And when he looks at me, the light returns.
This is my beloved. This is my friend.
Daughters of Jerusalem, listen to my voice. Though the night wounded me, I remember his beauty.
Though I sought him weeping, my love is still alive.
I'm sure.
His cheeks are beds of fragrance, gardens of spices rising into the wind. His lips are liies dripping with myrr and every word of his awakens my heart.
His hands are gold adorned with stones.
His body is ivory clothed with sapphires.
His legs are pillars of precious marble firm upon bases of refined gold.
Beautiful like the le chosen like the cedar. Sweet is his mouth. All of him is desirable. So speaks the beloved, so her soul sings. Though she is wounded, she chooses him again.
>> This is my beloved. This is my friend.
It is not only desire, it is an inward covenant. If they ask about him, I will speak of his beauty. If they seek with me, they will find him in the garden.
for sure.
Where has your beloved gone?
>> Oh, beautiful among women. Oh, >> where has he turned aside and we will seek him with you?
Where has your beloved gone?
Tell us his way. If your soul loves him so deeply, we want to seek him too.
My beloved has gone down to his garden to the beds of precious spices to pasture his flock among the gardens and to gather liies beneath the light.
I am my beloved and my beloved is mine.
He pastures his flock among the liies.
My soul knows it. My song keeps it. He is still mine and I am still his.
>> I am my beloved >> and my beloved is mine.
>> Among the liies >> his voice finds rest.
>> I am my beloved >> and my beloved is mine.
>> Though the night may pass, >> love remains.
This is my belove. This is my friend.
Daughters of Yai, listen to my voice. My beloved has gone down to his garden. And I am his as he is mine. I am my beloved. And my beloved is mine. He pastures his flock among the liies.
Beautiful as the moon, >> clear as the sun.
Your presence rises like banners of love.
Beautiful you are my beloved.
Beautiful as lovely as I am.
Majestic as banners upon the hills.
Your gaze overcomes me and makes me sing.
One is my dove. One is my perfect one.
The chosen of her mother.
The joy of her house.
The daughters see her and call her blessed.
>> The queen's praise her for her radior.
Who is this appearing like the dawn?
>> Beautiful as the moon.
>> Clear as the sun.
>> Your light does not shout, >> yet it fills everything. Your love rises like a banner in my heart.
Your father never he I went down to the garden of the walnut trees to look upon the shoots beside the stream to see if the vine had blossomed and if the pomegranates had opened their color. Before I knew it, my soul was carried away.
>> Like a noble chariot >> among my people.
>> Return, >> return, >> return. That we may look upon you. What will they see in the shulit?
>> When she dances like the dance of camps >> beneath the light, >> her steps are grace, her presence is sorrow, >> her beauty awakens. It's the inner joy.
>> How beautiful you are.
>> How sweet you are.
>> Love among the lights.
>> Light over the garden. Your fall rises like a palm tree and your fruits pour out sweetness for me.
Your father who shall you go?
Are you my kind?
I am not only a gaze.
I am not only beauty.
I am a vineyard that blooms when it hears your voice.
I am a garden awakening beneath a beloved light.
I am a song that answers the calling of love. If you call me, >> I return.
>> If you seek me, >> I know.
>> If your voice reaches me, my soul awakens >> and all my being begins to sing again.
>> I will climb the palm tree.
>> I will take >> I will take hold of its clusters. Let your love be wine >> that gladdens the heart.
>> Let it flow gently >> toward the beloved.
>> Like a song being born from the mouth of love, >> beautiful as the moon, >> clear as the sun.
>> Your presence rises like banners of love.
He shall lie.
Are you mid?
Are you return?
Return to the song. Let the vineyard blossom beneath the light of love.
Beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun.
Your love rises like a banner in my heart. Beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun.
Let us go out to the field.
My beloved, >> the vineyard awakens >> and love begins to sing again.
I am my beloved and his desire is toward me.
My heart finds rest when it hears his voice.
After the night, after the searching, >> love calls us to go out beneath the sun.
Come my beloved, >> let us go out to the field.
>> Let us lodge in the villages beneath peace and song.
>> Let us rise early >> to see the vineyards >> to see if life >> has blossomed again.
Let us see if it buts the flower of the vine.
If the pomegranates have opened their color, there I will give you my treasured love.
>> There my heart will sing.
I will go with you, >> my beloved, >> where the earth breathes, >> fragrance and light >> where the vineyards >> open their branches >> and the pomegranates >> kindle their bloom.
>> Your voice is mourning >> over my path.
>> Your laughter is water >> over my garden.
>> Come without fear >> to the open fields.
>> I will walk >> close beside you.
>> The winter has passed >> but love remains.
>> The night is gone >> but it's fire stays. Let us go to the vineyards.
>> Let us go to the fragrance.
>> Let us go where the soul learns to bloom.
the and drakes pour out their fragrance.
And at our doors are precious fruits, new and old, I kept for you, my beloved.
>> I kept them all. Oh, that I might find you on the way >> and bring you with me >> without fear or shame.
>> To my mother's house, >> to the place where I learned >> the true love also knows how to wait.
Your love does not hurry. Your love does not hide.
>> It has its time, >> its house and its peace.
>> The new and the old.
>> You kept with tenderness.
>> And I receive it >> with gratitude.
>> Beneath the fields, >> beneath the vineyard, >> beneath the shadow >> of a faithful love.
>> Your voice calls me >> and my soul answers.
>> Let us go out together >> until the dawn.
His left hand >> is under my head.
>> And his right hand >> embraces me with love.
>> Do not awaken love >> before it's out.
>> Do not force it >> until it desires to burn.
>> For true love >> blooms in its time >> like a ripening vineard >> beneath the light.
>> For true love >> is not stolen or pushed. It open slowly when it hears his voice.
Let us go out to the field. My beloved, >> let the waking vineyard >> see us walk.
>> I am my beloved. And he comes toward me >> like morning light >> over the garden.
Let us go out to the field. My beloved where love blossoms without fear.
>> I am my beloved and his desire is toward me.
>> And in the new ving yards our love will sing.
Do not awaken love until it desires to awaken. Do not awaken love.
Let it bloom in peace.
Who is this?
Coming up from the wilderness, >> leaning on her beloved, clothed in love.
Who is this?
Coming up from the wilderness, >> leaning on her beloved without turning back.
>> Under the apple tree, I awakened you.
>> There where love began to breathe.
There your mother gave birth to you.
There was born the story of your heart.
>> And now my soul looks upon you closely.
>> Like one who found her place in your voice.
You rise from the wilderness. My beloved, you do not come alone. You come beside me. The road was long. The sand was burning. But true love learn to keep walking.
Lean upon my arm, rest upon my chest.
For you no longer walk without a song.
Place your peace within my vineyard.
and your name will remain upon my heart.
>> Accept me as a seal upon your heart. As a strong seal upon your arms, >> for love is strong as death.
>> Then it's flames burn like the fire of Adonai.
Fore! Foreign! Foreign!
Many waters cannot quench love, nor can the rivers drown it. If someone tried to buy this love >> with all his house he would be despised.
>> For love is not sold or bought.
>> It is not for >> it cannot be stolen.
>> It is born like fire >> kindled from above and lives like a covenant that knows how to wait.
We have a little sister >> not yet fully grown.
>> What shall we do for her?
>> When love is spoken of.
>> If she is a wall, >> we'll build upon her.
>> Silver crown >> with honor and protection.
>> If she's adore, we will guard her with ced.
>> So her beauty >> may grow in peace.
>> For true love >> knows how to protect. And what is sacred must be guarded.
I am a wall and my breasts like towers.
Then I became in his eyes like one who finds peace. Slow mo had a vineyard in Bahamon >> and he gave it to keepers for its fruit.
>> But my vineyard is before me >> what I have guarded >> answers to love.
>> Peace be to Schlommo and fruit to the keepers.
>> But my heart knows it.
You who dwell in the gardens, >> the companions listen to your voice.
>> Let me hear it, my beloved.
>> Let your song awaken my heart.
>> Your voice is a vineyard.
>> Your voice is fragrance.
>> Your voice is water >> upon my thirst.
>> Sing in the garden.
>> Let everyone hear >> the love that does not die and cannot be sold.
Hurry, my beloved.
>> Like a gazelle upon the mountains of spices.
>> Come over the mountains.
>> Come toward the garden.
>> Come where love was never quenched.
>> The seal is set upon the heart and many waters will not quench.
many Shore.
Set me as a seal upon your heart.
>> as a living seal upon your arm. For love is strong as death >> and many waters >> will not quench it. Hurry >> mighty >> like a gazelle >> upon the mountains of spices. Come toward the garden.
>> Come to the song.
>> Life remain like the fire of Adonai.
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