The Walnut Grove
One
day I went to walk among the trees,
amidst
the bushes, through the walnut grove,
to
contemplate the vines and greenery,
the
pomegranates that bloomed in red and mauve.
Before
I knew it he burst on the scene
in
his roy’l chariot pulled by regal horse.
I
joined him in his carriage, like a queen,
beguiled
and ravished by his manly force.
The
daughters of Jerusalem saw me
and
shouted out, “Come back, O Shulammite,
that
we may gaze upon, admiringly,
your
radiant charm that fills us with delight.”
“Why
would you gaze upon my perfect one
as
if she were a girl who danced for men?”
(Ch. 6:11-13)
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