CANTICLE II. CHAP. II. 8-III. 5. THE SLEEPING BRIDE AWAKENED, SEEKS THE KING, AND BRINGS HIM HOME. 8 9 ΙΟ I I 12 PART I.—CHAP. II. 8-15. Call by the King to the Garden in Spring. Called hath my Beloved, And bespoken me; "Arise, my Love, my fair one, And come thy way, For lo the winter hath passed, The rain is over, is gone; The flowers are appearing over the sward, 13 14 15 16 17 The season of song is come for the bird, And the call of the turtle is heard in our land; And the vines with the setting grape shed odours; And come thy way. O my Dove, in the clefts of the rock, Let me see thy countenance, Take ye for us the foxes, The little foxes, That spoil the vineyards, Our vineyards with the tender grapes." PART II.—CHAP. II. 16–III. 5. THE BRIDE. My Beloved is mine, and I am his; Until the day breathe, And the shadows flee away, Turn thou again! Make thee, my Beloved, Like unto the roe, Or unto a fawn of the harts, On the Mountains of parting Clefts. III. Upon my bed in the midnight, I sought for him whom my soul loveth; 3 There found me the watchmen that walk round the city, "Seen have ye Him whom my soul loveth?" 4 Scarcely had I passed them by, 5 Ere I found him whom my soul loveth. I held him, and would not let him go, Till I brought him in to the house of my mother, I lay on you a charge, O daughters of Jerusalem; Or amid the hinds of the field, If ye shall arouse, Or if ye awaken LOVE until consenting. CANTICLE III. CHAP. III. 6–v. I. THE BRIDEGROOM WITH THE BRIDE. PART I. -CHAP. III. 6-II. The King in his Bridal Chariot. DAUGHTERS OF JERUSALEM. 6 What is this coming up from the Wilderness, FRIENDS OF THE BRIDEGROOM. 7 Behold his Chariot! 8 It is Solomon's; Sixty valiant men around it, Of the valiant of Israel; All of them graspers of the sword, Trained unto battle; Every man his sword on his side Against alarm by night. 9 The chariot King Solomon made him, Of the trees of Lebanon ; ΙΟ II Its pillars he made of silver, The seat thereof gold, Its covering purple, The midst thereof inlaid with LOVE Go forth and look, ye daughters of Zion, In the diadem Wherewithal his mother crowned him, And the day of the gladness of his heart. PART II.-CHAP. IV. I-7. Beauty of the Bride; her Portrait by the King. Thine Eyes are doves within thy locks; That hang adown Mount Gilead. 2 Thy Teeth like a flock of sheep even shorn, That went up from the washing, |