2022, the Song of Songs
the Song of Songs - Arles
performance in 8 chapters by Iris Brosch
Let Him Kiss Me With the Kisses of His Mouth
The Song of songs, which is Solomon’s.
BELOVED
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth
for your love is more delightful than wine.
Pleasing is the fragrance of your perfumes;
your name is like perfume poured out.
No wonder the young women love you!
Take me away with you—let us hurry!
Let the king bring me into his chambers.
A Lily Among Thorns
BELOVED
I am a rose of Sharon,
a lily of the valleys.
LOVER
As a lily among thorns,
so is my love among the daughters.
BELOVED
As the apple tree among the trees of the wood,
so is my beloved among the sons.
I sat down under his shadow with great delight,
his fruit was sweet to my taste.
“Have You Seen Him Whom My Soul
Loves?”
BELOVED
By night on my bed,
I sought him whom my soul loves.
I sought him, but I didn’t find him.
I will get up now, and go about the city;
in the streets and in the squares I will seek him whom my soul
loves.
I sought him, but I didn’t find him.
The watchmen who go about the city found me;
Behold, You Are Beautiful
LOVER
Behold, you are beautiful, my love.
Behold, you are beautiful.
Your eyes are doves behind your veil.
Your hair is as a flock of goats,
that descend from Mount Gilead.
Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock,
which have come up from the washing,
where every one of them has twins.
None is bereaved among them.
Your lips are like scarlet thread.
Your mouth is lovely.
I Was Asleep, But My Heart Was Awake
BELOVED
I was asleep, but my heart was awake.
It is the voice of my beloved who knocks:
“Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled;
for my head is filled with dew,
and my hair with the dampness of the night.”
I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on?
I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?
My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening.
My heart pounded for him.
I rose up to open for my beloved.
My hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with liquid myrrh,
I Am My Beloved’s, and My Beloved Is Mine
BELOVED
My beloved has gone down to his garden,
to the beds of spices,
to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine.
He browses among the lilies,
You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah,
lovely as Jerusalem,
awesome as an army with banners.
Turn away your eyes from me,
for they have overcome me.
Your Rounded Thighs Are Like Jewels
LOVER
How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince’s daughter!
Your rounded thighs are like jewels,
the work of the hands of a skillful workman.
Your body is like a round goblet,
no mixed wine is wanting.
Your waist is like a heap of wheat,
set about with lilies.
