Sweet Wine
O,
let my lover kiss me on the mouth.
Your
love is more delightful than sweet wine.
You
are the one I’ve only loved since youth.
I
am my suitor’s love, and he is mine.
The
fragrance of your perfume fills the air.
Your
name is like anointing oil outpoured.
The
maidens love you, but I will not share
with
them my love for you whom I adore.
Take
me away with you—let us make haste!
Oh,
let the king bring me into his room.
I
tremble when I am by you embraced.
I
cherish you, my dearest and my groom.
Our
love is more delightful than the wine
pressed
from the grapes we gathered from the vine.
(Ch. 1:1-4)
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| Young Woman with Lowered Eyes, Frederic Bazille, 1869 |
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