Act IV – Distance

Act IV – Distance

Text: Song of Songs 5:2-6:3

5:2 “Open to me, my sister, my darling,
my dove, my flawless one.
My head is drenched with dew,
my hair with the dampness of the night.”
3      I have taken off my robe—
must I put it on again?
I have washed my feet—
must I soil them again?
4      My lover thrust his hand through the latch-opening;
my heart began to pound for him.
5      I arose to open for my lover,
and my hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with flowing myrrh,
on the handles of the lock.
6      I opened for my lover,
but my lover had left; he was gone.
My heart sank at his departure.
I looked for him but did not find him.
I called him but he did not answer.
7      The watchmen found me
as they made their rounds in the city.
They beat me, they bruised me;
they took away my cloak,
those watchmen of the walls!
8      O daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you—
if you find my lover,
what will you tell him?
Tell him I am faint with love.

Friends
9      How is your beloved better than others,
most beautiful of women?
How is your beloved better than others,
that you charge us so?

Beloved
10      My lover is radiant and ruddy,
outstanding among ten thousand.
11      His head is purest gold;
his hair is wavy
and black as a raven.
12      His eyes are like doves
by the water streams,
washed in milk,
mounted like jewels.
13      His cheeks are like beds of spice
yielding perfume.
His lips are like lilies
dripping with myrrh.
14      His arms are rods of gold
set with chrysolite.
His body is like polished ivory
decorated with sapphires.
15      His legs are pillars of marble
set on bases of pure gold.
His appearance is like Lebanon,
choice as its cedars.
16      His mouth is sweetness itself;
he is altogether lovely.
This is my lover, this my friend,
O daughters of Jerusalem.

Friends
6      Where has your lover gone,
most beautiful of women?
Which way did your lover turn,
that we may look for him with you?

Beloved
2      My lover has gone down to his garden,
to the beds of spices,
to browse in the gardens
and to gather lilies.
3      I am my lover’s and my lover is mine;
he browses among the lilies.