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:'''Edition notes:''' Lyrics translated by Eva Toller from the old Swedish Bible version.
 
:'''Edition notes:''' Lyrics translated by Eva Toller from the old Swedish Bible version.
  
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'''Number of voices:''' 4vv&nbsp;'''Voicing:''' SATB<br>
 
'''Number of voices:''' 4vv&nbsp;'''Voicing:''' SATB<br>
'''Genre:''' [[:Category:Sacred music|Sacred]], [[:Category:Hymns|Hymns]]<br>
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'''Genre:''' {{pcat|Sacred| music}}, [[:Category:Hymns|Hymns]]<br>
 
'''Language:''' English<br>
 
'''Language:''' English<br>
'''Instruments: '''<br>
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'''Instruments:''' <br>
'''Published: '''2004
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'''Published:''' 2004
  
'''Description: '''
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'''Description:'''  
  
'''External websites: '''http://www.evatoller.pp.se/
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'''External websites:''' http://www.evatoller.pp.se/
  
 
==Original text and translations==
 
==Original text and translations==
  
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Kisses I will drink out of his mouth!<br>
 +
Your love is sweeter than wine.<br>
 +
I am beautiful and black,<br>
 +
you daughters of Jerusalem,<br>
 +
black like the tents of Kedar,<br>
 +
like Shalma's cabins.<br>
 +
<br>
 +
Tell me, my soul's beloved,<br>
 +
where do you keep your flock<br>
 +
and where do you stay at the noon time, dear,<br>
 +
so that I will not go astray<br>
 +
among the herds of your friends.<br>
 +
<br>
 +
If you want to know,<br>
 +
most beautiful of women,<br>
 +
follow the traces of my sheep<br>
 +
and let your lambs graze<br>
 +
in the pasture<br>
 +
by the shepherds' camp.<br>
 +
<br>
 +
You are so fair,<br>
 +
my soul's beloved,<br>
 +
you are so fair!<br>
 +
Like two doves your lovely eyes are.<br>
 +
You are so fair, my friend,<br>
 +
you are delightful.<br>
 +
Green is our bed and encampment,<br>
 +
cedars are like beams in our house,<br>
 +
the cypresses our walls.<br>
 +
<br>
 +
I am a flower on Sharon's plain,<br>
 +
a lily in the valley.<br>
 +
Like a lily among thistles<br>
 +
is my beloved among the women.<br>
 +
Like an apple tree in the wilderness<br>
 +
is my friend among all the young men.<br>
 +
Delightful is to sit in its shadow,<br>
 +
its fruits are sweet on my tongue.<br>
 +
<br>
 +
Hear, my friend comes to meet me.<br>
 +
He runs over the mountain,<br>
 +
dancing towards me over the hills.<br>
 +
My friend is like a gazelle,<br>
 +
like a young stag.<br>
 +
He stands beside our doorway,<br>
 +
looks into the window,<br>
 +
through the lattice he gazes.<br>
 +
My friend is calling me:<br>
 +
<br>
 +
Come!<br>
 +
Come my soul's beloved!<br>
 +
Outside, pretty maiden, to me!<br>
 +
Winter has ended,<br>
 +
all the cold rains have ceased.<br>
 +
Flowers bloom in meadows,<br>
 +
all the Earth is singing,<br>
 +
hear the turtle-dove in our land.<br>
 +
Ripening are the figs,<br>
 +
blossoming is the fragrant vine.<br>
 +
<br>
 +
Come my soul's beloved!<br>
 +
Outside, pretty maiden, to me!<br>
 +
My dove among mountain clefts,<br>
 +
in the ledge on the hillside,<br>
 +
let me see you,<br>
 +
hear you call out to me.<br>
 +
Your voice is sweet,<br>
 +
and your face is so fair.<br>
 +
<br>
 +
My friend is mine, and I am his,<br>
 +
he who pastures his herd among lilies.<br>
 +
Until the morning wind has arrived,<br>
 +
and 'til the shadows have fled,<br>
 +
you can roam like a young stag<br>
 +
or a gazelle in the mountains.<br>
 +
<br>
 +
Who is she who comes from the desert<br>
 +
in a pillar of smoke?<br>
 +
<br>
 +
You are so fair,<br>
 +
my soul's beloved,<br>
 +
you are so fair!<br>
 +
Like two doves are your eyes<br>
 +
behind your veil.<br>
 +
Like a carmine ribbon are your lips,<br>
 +
your mouth is lovely.<br>
 +
Like David's tower your neck,<br>
 +
with mighty defences.<br>
 +
Everything you are is sweet, my love,<br>
 +
I find no flaws in you.<br>
 +
<br>
 +
Come, my bride from Lebanon<br>
 +
fare from Lebanon with me!<br>
 +
Climb down from Amana's peak,<br>
 +
from the summit of Senir and Hermon,<br>
 +
from the lairs of the lions,<br>
 +
down from the leopards' hill.<br>
 +
<br>
 +
You have captured my heart,<br>
 +
my sister and bride,<br>
 +
ensnared my heart with a single glance,<br>
 +
with a single link of your necklace.<br>
 +
<br>
 +
How your love does delight me,<br>
 +
my sister and bride,<br>
 +
Your love is sweeter than wine,<br>
 +
your scent more fragrant than any perfume.<br>
 +
Your lips are dripping with sweetness, my bride.<br>
 +
Beneath your tongue is honey and milk,<br>
 +
and your clothes are scented like Lebanon,<br>
 +
like Lebanon.<br>
 +
<br>
 +
My sister and bride is a garden enclosed,<br>
 +
a garden of Eden, a sealed wellspring.<br>
 +
In your garden are pomegranates<br>
 +
with delicious apples.<br>
 +
<br>
 +
You are the well of the garden,<br>
 +
a freshwater spring,<br>
 +
streaming from Lebanon.<br>
 +
Wake up, you northern wind!<br>
 +
Come, wind of the south!<br>
 +
Blow through my garden<br>
 +
to spread its delightful fragrance!<br>
 +
Come, my friend, to your garden<br>
 +
and enjoy its delicious fruits!<br>
 +
<br>
 +
Who is she who shines<br>
 +
like the red sky of the dawn?<br>
 +
She who is fair as the moon,<br>
 +
she who is radiant like the sun?<br>
 +
Radiant like the red-hot sun and<br>
 +
terrifying like an army?<br>
 +
<br>
 +
Hurry, my friend, like a gazelle<br>
 +
or like a young stag<br>
 +
to the shimmering mountains.<br>
 +
<br>
  
 
[[Category:Sheet music]]
 
[[Category:Sheet music]]
[[Category:Sacred music]]
 
 
[[Category:Hymns]]
 
[[Category:Hymns]]
 
[[Category:SATB]]
 
[[Category:SATB]]
 
[[Category:Modern music]]
 
[[Category:Modern music]]

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Edition notes: Lyrics translated by Eva Toller from the old Swedish Bible version.

General Information

Title: Song of Songs (extracts)
Composer: Eva Toller

Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Hymns
Language: English
Instruments:
Published: 2004

Description:

External websites: http://www.evatoller.pp.se/

Original text and translations

English.png English text

Kisses I will drink out of his mouth!
Your love is sweeter than wine.
I am beautiful and black,
you daughters of Jerusalem,
black like the tents of Kedar,
like Shalma's cabins.

Tell me, my soul's beloved,
where do you keep your flock
and where do you stay at the noon time, dear,
so that I will not go astray
among the herds of your friends.

If you want to know,
most beautiful of women,
follow the traces of my sheep
and let your lambs graze
in the pasture
by the shepherds' camp.

You are so fair,
my soul's beloved,
you are so fair!
Like two doves your lovely eyes are.
You are so fair, my friend,
you are delightful.
Green is our bed and encampment,
cedars are like beams in our house,
the cypresses our walls.

I am a flower on Sharon's plain,
a lily in the valley.
Like a lily among thistles
is my beloved among the women.
Like an apple tree in the wilderness
is my friend among all the young men.
Delightful is to sit in its shadow,
its fruits are sweet on my tongue.

Hear, my friend comes to meet me.
He runs over the mountain,
dancing towards me over the hills.
My friend is like a gazelle,
like a young stag.
He stands beside our doorway,
looks into the window,
through the lattice he gazes.
My friend is calling me:

Come!
Come my soul's beloved!
Outside, pretty maiden, to me!
Winter has ended,
all the cold rains have ceased.
Flowers bloom in meadows,
all the Earth is singing,
hear the turtle-dove in our land.
Ripening are the figs,
blossoming is the fragrant vine.

Come my soul's beloved!
Outside, pretty maiden, to me!
My dove among mountain clefts,
in the ledge on the hillside,
let me see you,
hear you call out to me.
Your voice is sweet,
and your face is so fair.

My friend is mine, and I am his,
he who pastures his herd among lilies.
Until the morning wind has arrived,
and 'til the shadows have fled,
you can roam like a young stag
or a gazelle in the mountains.

Who is she who comes from the desert
in a pillar of smoke?

You are so fair,
my soul's beloved,
you are so fair!
Like two doves are your eyes
behind your veil.
Like a carmine ribbon are your lips,
your mouth is lovely.
Like David's tower your neck,
with mighty defences.
Everything you are is sweet, my love,
I find no flaws in you.

Come, my bride from Lebanon
fare from Lebanon with me!
Climb down from Amana's peak,
from the summit of Senir and Hermon,
from the lairs of the lions,
down from the leopards' hill.

You have captured my heart,
my sister and bride,
ensnared my heart with a single glance,
with a single link of your necklace.

How your love does delight me,
my sister and bride,
Your love is sweeter than wine,
your scent more fragrant than any perfume.
Your lips are dripping with sweetness, my bride.
Beneath your tongue is honey and milk,
and your clothes are scented like Lebanon,
like Lebanon.

My sister and bride is a garden enclosed,
a garden of Eden, a sealed wellspring.
In your garden are pomegranates
with delicious apples.

You are the well of the garden,
a freshwater spring,
streaming from Lebanon.
Wake up, you northern wind!
Come, wind of the south!
Blow through my garden
to spread its delightful fragrance!
Come, my friend, to your garden
and enjoy its delicious fruits!

Who is she who shines
like the red sky of the dawn?
She who is fair as the moon,
she who is radiant like the sun?
Radiant like the red-hot sun and
terrifying like an army?

Hurry, my friend, like a gazelle
or like a young stag
to the shimmering mountains.