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The Ballet of Ballettes of Salomon

The 1st Chapter
     O' that your mouth would give me a kiss, for your breasts are more pleasant than wine, and that because of the good and pleasant savoure. your name is sweet smelling ointment, therefore do the maidens love you: Yes that same moves me also to run after you.
     The king has brought me in to his private chamber. We will be glad and rejoice in you, we think more of your breasts then of wine: well is them that love you.
     I am black (O' you daughters of Jerusalem) like as the tents of Cedarenes, and as the hangings of Solomon: but yet am I fair and well favored withal. Marvel not at me I am so black: And why? the sun has shined upon me.
     For when my mothers children had evil will at me, they made me the keeper of the vineyard. Thus I *faine (obliged/willing) to keep a vineyard, which was not mine own.
     Tell me, (O' you whom my soul loves) where you feed, where you rests at the noon day: least I go wrong, and come into the flocks of your companions.
     If you know not yourself (O' you fairest among women) go your way forth after the footsteps of the sheep, as though you would feed your goats beside the shepherds tents. There will I tarry for you (my love) with mine host and with my chariots, which shall be no fewer than Pharaohs. Then your cheeks and neck be made fair, and hanged with spangles and goodly jewels: a neck band of gold will we make you with silver buttons.
     When the king sits at his table, he shall smell my *Nard spikenard: for a bundle of Myrre (O' my beloved) lays between my breasts. A cluster of grapes of Cypers, or of the vineyards of Engedi are you unto me, O' my beloved.
*Nard= spikenard: an aromatic herb
     O' how fair are you (my love) how fair are you? you have doves eyes.
     O' how fair are you (my beloved) how well favored are you? Our bed is decked with flowers, the ceilings of our house are of Cedar tree, and our *balks of Cypress. *balks = beams, supporting timbers

The 2nd Chapter
     I am the flower of the field, kjv = rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys: as the rose among the thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
     Like as the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. My delight is to sit under his shadow, for his fruit is sweet to my throat. He brings me in to *his wine cellar, and **loves me specially well. Refreshes me with grapes, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love. His left hand lays under my head, and his right hand embraces me.*kjv = the banqueting house, **kjv = his banner over me was love.
     I charge you, (O' you daughters of Jerusalem) by the Roes and hinds of the field, that you wake not up my love nor touche her, till she be content herself.
     Me think I hear the voice of my beloved: lo, there comes he hopping upon the mountains, and leaping over the little hills. My beloved is like a Roe or a young hart. Behold, he stands behind our wall, he looks in at the window, and peeps through the grate (lattice). My beloved answered and said unto me,
     Stand up my love, my dove, my beautiful, and come: For lo, the winter is now past, and the rain is away and gone. The flowers are come up in the field, the twisting time is come, and the voice of the turtle dove is heard in our land. The fig tree brings forth her figs, the vines bear blossoms, and have a good smell. Stand up my love, my beautiful, and come (O' my dove) out of the caves of the rocks, out of the holes in the wall: O' let me see your countenance and hear your voice, for sweet is your voice, and fair is your face.
     Get us the foxes, yes the little foxes, that hurt the vines, for our vines bear blossoms.
     My love is mine, and I am his, which feeds among the lilies, until the day break, and till the shadows be gone. Come again privately (O' my beloved) like as a Roe or a young hart unto the mountains.

The 3rd Chapter
     By night in my bed I sought him, whom my soul loves: yes diligently sought I him, but I found him not. I will get up (thought I) and go about the city, upon the market and in all the streets will I seek him whom my soul loves: but when I sought him, I found him not. The watchmen that go about the city found me.
     Saw you not him whom my soul loves? So when I was a little passed them, I found him whom my soul loves. I have gotten hold upon him, and will not let him go, until I bring him into my mothers house, and in to her chamber that bare me.
     I charge you, O' you daughters of Jerusalem, by the Roes, and the Hinds of the field, that you wake not up my love nor touche her, till she be content herself.
     Who is this, that comes out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, as it were a smell of Myrre, frankincense and all manner *spices of the Apothecary?
kjv =powders of the merchant?
     Behold, about Solomons bedstead there stand sixty vale (valiant) and fit men of the mighty in Israel. They hold swords every one, and are expert in war. Every man has his sword upon his thigh, because of fear in the night. King Solomon has made himself a *bedstead kjv =chariot of the wood of Libanus, the pillars are of silver, the covering of gold, the seat of purple, the ground pleasantly paved for the daughters of Jerusalem.
     Go forth (O' you daughters of Zion) and behold King Solomon in the crown wherewith his mother crowned him in the day of his marriage, and in the day of the gladness of his heart.

The 4th Chapter
     O' how fair are you, my love, how are fair are you? you have doves eyes, beside that which lays hid within. your hairy locks are like a flock of sheep that be clipped, which go first up from the washing place: where every one bears two twins, and not one unfruitful among them. your lips are like a rose colored ribbon, your words are lovely: your cheeks are like a piece of a pomegranate, besides that which lays hid within. your neck is like the tower of David builded with bulwarks, where upon there hang a thousand shields, (kjv = bucklers) yes all weapons of the giants. your two breasts are like two twins of young roes, which feed among the lilies.
     O' that I might go to the mountain of Myrre, and to the hill of frankincense: till the day break, and till the shadows be past away.
     You are all fair, O' my love, and no *sport is there in you. Come to me from Libanus, O' my spouse, and come to me from Liban: come soon the next way from the top of Amana, from the top of Sanir and Hermon, from the lions dens, and from the mountains of the leopards. You have wounded my heart, O' my sister, my spouse, you have wounded my heart, with one of your eyes, and with one chain of your neck. O' how fair and lovely are your breasts, my sister, my spouse? your breasts are more pleasant than wine, and the smell of your ointments passes all spices. your lips, O' my spouse, drop as the honeycomb, yes milk and honey are under your tongue, and the smell of your garments is like the smell of *frankincense (kjv = Lebanon). You are a well kept garden, O' my sister, my spouse, you are a well kept watering spring, a sealed well. The fruits that sprout in you, are like a very *Paradise of pomegranates with sweet fruits: as Cypress, Nardus, Saffron, Calmus, and all the trees of Libanus: Myrre, Aloes, and all the best spices. You are a well of gardens, a well of living waters, which run down from Libanus. * note sport is to mock, play a fools game
     Up you northwind, come you southwind, and blow upon my garden, that the smell thereof may be carried on every side: yes that my beloved may come into my garden, and eat the fruits and apples that grow therin.

The 5th Chapter
     Come into my garden O' my sister, my *Spouse: I have gathered my Myrre with my spice. I will eat my honey and my honeycomb, I will drink my wine and my milk.* this is capitol S. RN
     Eat, O' you friends, drink and be merry, O' you beloved.
     I was asleep, and my heart waking, I heard the voice of my beloved, when he that knocked.
     Open to me (said he) O' my sister, my love, my dove, my *dearling:
kjv =undefiled: for my head is full of dew, and my locks of my hair are full of the night drops.
     I have put off my coat: how can I do it on again? I have washed my feet, how shall I *file them again? * see the word defiled to understand this. RN
     **But when my love put in his hand at the hole, my heart was moved toward him: so that I stood up to open unto my beloved. My hands dropped with Myrre, and the Myrre ran down my fingers upon the lock. Nevertheless when I had opened unto my beloved, he was departed and gone his way. ** compare all to kjv
     Now like as before time when he spoke, my heart could not longer refrain: Even so now I sought him, but I could not find him: I cried upon him, nevertheless he gave me no answer.
     So the watchmen that went about the city found me, smote me, and wounded me: Yes they that kept the walls, took away my garment from me.
     I charge you therefore, O' daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him how that I am *sick for love. *kjv = sick of love RN
     Who is your love above other lovers, O' you fairest among women? Or what can your love do, more than other lovers, that you charge us so straightly?
     As for my loved, he is white and red colored, a singular person among many thousands: His head is as the most fine gold, the locks of his hair are bushy, *brown as the evening: His eyes are the eyes of doves by the water brooks, washed with milk, and remaining in a plenteous place: His cheeks are like a garden bed, wherein the Apothecaries plant all manner of sweet things: His lips drop as the flowers of the most principal Myrre, his hands are full of gold rings and precious stones. His body is as pure ivory, decked over with Sapphires: His legs are as pillars of Marble, set upon sockets of gold: His face is as Libanus, and as the beauty of the Cedar trees: His throat is sweet, yes he is altogether lovely. Such one is my love, O' daughters of Jerusalem, such one is my love. (kjv) *and black as a raven.
     Whither is thy love gone then ( Oh thou fairest among women ) Whither is thy love departed, that we may seek him with thee ?

The 6th Chapter
     My love is gone down into his garden, unto the sweet smelling beds, that he may refresh himself in the garden, and gather flowers. My love is mine, and I am his, which feeds among the lilies.
     You are pleasant (O' my love) * even as loveliness it self, you are as fair as Jerusalem, gorgeous as an army of men, with their banners. (Turn away your eyes from me, for they make me proud) **: your hairy locks are like a flock of goats upon the mount of Galead. your teeth are like a flock of sheep that be clipped, which go out of the washing place: where every one bears two twins, and not one unfruitful among them. your cheeks are like a piece of a pomegranate, besides that which lays hidden within. There are threescore Queens, and fourscore concubines, and young women without number. But one is my dove, my dearling. She is the only beloved of her mother, and dear unto her that bare her. When the daughters saw her, they said, she was blessed: Yes the Queens and the concubines praised her. *kjv = as Tirzah **have overcome me
     What is she that peeps out as the morning? fair as the moon, excellent as the sun, glorious as an army of men with their banners.
     I went down into the nut garden, to see what grew by the brooks, to look if the vineyard flourished, and if the pomegranates were shot forth.
     Then the chariots of my people made me suddenly afraid.
     Turn again, turn again, O' you Sulamite, turn again, turn again, that we may look upon you.

The 7th Chapter
     What pleasure have you more in the Sulamite, than when she danced among the men of war? This entire line is left out of the kjv. RN
     O' how pleasant are your treadings, with your shoes, you princes daughter? your thighs are like a fair jewel, which is wrought by a cunning work master: your navel is like a round goblet, which is never without drink: your womb is like an heap of wheat, set about with lilies: your two breasts are like two twins of young roes: your neck is as it were a tower of ivory: your eyes like the water pools in Hesebon, by the port of Bathrabbim: your nose is as the tower of Libanus, which looks toward Damascus: That head that stands upon you is like Carmel: the hair of your head is like the Kings purple folded up in plates.
     O' how fair and lovely are you, my dearling, in pleasures? your stature is like a date tree, and your breasts like the grapes.
     I said: I will climb up the date tree, and take hold of his branches.
     Thy breasts shall be as the vine grapes, the smell of your nostrils like the smell of apples, and your throat like the best wine. This shall be pure and clear for my love, his lips and teeth shall have their pleasure. There will I turn me unto my love, and he shall turn him unto me.
     O' come my love, let us go forth into the field, and take our lodging in the villages. In the morning shall we rise up by times, and go see the vineyard: if it be sprung forth, if the grapes be grown, and if the pomegranates be shot out. There will I give you my breasts: there shall the mandragoras give their smell beside our doors: there O' my love, have I kept unto you all manner of fruits, both new and old.

The 8th Chapter
     O' that I might find you without, and kiss you, whom I love as my brother which suck my mothers breasts: and that you would not be offended, if I took you, and brought you in to my mothers house: that you might teach me, and that I might give you drink of spiced wine and of the sweet sap of my pomegranates. His left hand lays under my head and his right hand embraces me.
     I charge you, O' daughters of Jerusalem, that you wake not up my love, nor touch her, till she be content herself.
     What is she this, that comes up from the wilderness, and leans upon her loved?
     I am the same that wakes you up among the apple trees, where your mother bare you, where your mother brought you in to the world.
     O' set me as a seal upon your heart, and as a seal upon your arm: for love is mighty as the death, and jealousy as the hell. Her coals are of fire, and a very flame of the Lord: so that many waters are not able to quench love, neither may the streams drown it. Yes if a man would give all the good of his house for love, he should count it nothing.
     When our love is told our young sister, whos breasts are not yet grown, what shall we do unto her?
     If she be a wall, we shall build a silver bulwark there upon: if she be a tower, we shall fasten her with borders of Cedar tree.
     If I be a wall, and my breasts like towers, then am I as one that has found favor in his sight.
     Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon, this vineyard delivered he unto the keepers: that every one for the fruit thereof should give him a thousand pieces of silver.
     But my vineyard, O' Solomon, gives you a thousand, and two hundred to the keepers of the fruit. You that dwell in the gardens, O' let me hear your voice, that my companions may harken to the same.      O' get you away, my love, as a roe or
a young hart unto sweet smelling mountains.

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