Many times at night on my bed,

Song of Songs 3-4

Many times at night on my bed, I sought Him whom my soul delighted; I sought, but He could not be found, Thus, I wander around. O brethren will you please tell me so, Where didst my heart most beloved go? That I may run and bring Him back, Thus, to enjoy His love without lack. Brethren lead me, they are my guide, That I in true fellowship abide; Lo! my love is just by my side, Never from me doth slide.

I, th' object of His love He took, Filled with Spirit as pillars of smoke. Thy death, resurrection conform, Myrrh and sweet fragrance borne. As His palanquin I am blest, That through me Thou mayest move and rest. As one of Israel's men of might, With sword I combat the fear at night. Help from valiant men around me, Make me feel safe and securely be. Thy unlimited love show me, Conform to Thy 'mage be.

Mountain of myrrh I long to go, All that I am in death I forego; Hill of frankincense I ascend, Shadows evanescent. Since my fairness Thou admitted, Enjoying my love hast completed; One look from me ravished Thy heart, All spices can't match my oils in part. I'm willing to Lebanon see, His power of ascendency; I'm willing in Hermon to dwell, The cross' vict'ry declare.

Oh, may honey from my lips drop, Thou may enjoy the sweetness of love; May my living fill with sweet smell, Like Lebanon that's swell! Oh Lord, I beg that Thou come quickly, My whole being occupied by Thee. A garden closed, a spring shut up, All for Thy fountain they were closed up. Awake, North wind and come, thou South; Blow 'pon my gard'n let spices flow out, Let my beloved come to His gard'n, To enjoy all therein.