Song of Songs by Ryan Malone LYRICS
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Song of Songs By Ryan Malone LYRICS PART ONE Where You feed Your flock— Where it rests at noon. 1. Let Him Kiss Me (Song 1:2-3) For why should I turn aside Chorus By Your companions’ flocks? Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth. Baritone Soprano If you do not know, O fairest of women, For Your love is better than wine; Follow the footprints of the flock, Your anointing oils are fragrant; And graze your goats Your name is oil poured out; by the shepherds’ tents. Therefore the virgins love You. I have compared you, O my love, 2. Let Us Run (Song 1:4) to a mare in Pharaoh’s chariots. Soprano Your cheeks adorned with beads, Draw me after You; let us run! Your neck with strings of pearls. We will make you beads of gold Chorus with silver studs. The king has brought me into his chambers. 5. The King at His Table (Song 1:12-14) Soprano Chorus We will be glad and rejoice in You. While the king sits at his table, We will remember Your love more than wine. My spikenard yields its scent. For the upright do love You. My beloved is a pouch of myrrh That lies all night between my breasts. Chorus My beloved is a henna branch Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth. Among Engedi’s vines. 3. I Am Black Yet Lovely (Song 1:5-6) 6. Behold, You Are Beautiful (Song 1:15-17) Chorus Baritone I am black yet lovely, Behold, you are beautiful, my love. O daughters of Jerusalem. Behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are doves. I am black yet lovely, Like the tents of Kedar, Soprano Like the drapes of Solomon. Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved: Truly pleasant. Stare not at my darkness; The sun has scorched my skin! Baritone/Soprano My mother’s sons have burned me. Our bed has grown luxuriant. They made me keep the vineyard, Our dwelling’s beams are cedar But my own have I not kept. Our rafters made of cypress. 4. Follow the Footprints of the Flock 7. As the Lily (Song 2:1-5) (Song 1:7-11) Chorus Soprano I am the rose of the plain, the lily of the valley. Tell me, O You whom my soul loves, Baritone For your voice is sweet, As the lily among the thorns And your face is beautiful. So is my love among the daughters. Baritone Chorus Catch us the foxes, As the apple tree among the forest The little foxes that spoil the vine; So is my beloved among the sons. For our vineyards are in blossom. With great delight, I sat in his shade, His fruit was sweet in my mouth. 12. My Beloved Is Mine (Song 2:16-17) He brought me into His house of wine, Chorus and covered me with His love. My Beloved is mine, and I am His; He feeds among the lilies. Sustain me with raisins, Support me with apples: Until the breath of day, For I am sick of love. When shadows flee away. Turn, my Beloved, 8. Awake Not Love (Song 2:6-7) And be like a gazelle or a young hart: Chorus On the divided mountains. His left hand is under my head, His right embraces me. 13. I Sought Him (Song 3:1-4) I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, Chorus by the gazelles and does of the field, Each night upon my bed That you do not stir nor awaken love, I sought Him whom I love. until He please. I sought, but did not find Him. 9. The Voice of My Beloved! (Song 2:8-10) I will arise and roam Chorus The city streets and squares. The voice of my Beloved! And seek Him whom I love Behold, He comes, I sought, but did not find Him. leaping on the mountains, springing on the hills. The watchmen roam the city; My Beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart: They found me, and I asked: Have you seen Him whom I love? Behold, He stands behind our wall, Gazing through the windows, Just moments after passing them, Glancing through the lattice. I found Him whom I love. I grasped and would not release Him, My Beloved spoke, and said to me: Till I had brought Him to my mother’s house. To the room of her who bore me. 10. Arise, My Love (Song 2:10-13) Baritone and Male Chorus 14. Awake Not Love—Reprise (Song 3:5-6) Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away. Chorus For, lo, the winter is past, I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, The rain is over and gone. by the gazelles and does of the field, The flowers appear on the earth, That you do not stir nor awaken love, The time of singing is come. until He please. The voice of the turtledove is heard in our land The fig tree puts forth her figs, Female Duet And the vines their blossom and fragrance. Who comes from the plains Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away. Like pillars of smoke, offering myrrh and frankincense 11. O My Dove (Song 2:14-15) all powders of the merchant? Baritone and Male Chorus O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, 15. Behold King Solomon (Song 3:7-11) In the hiding places of the cliffs, Tenor Let me see your face, Behold the bed of Solomon: Let me hear your voice; Sixty heroes round it, 2 Valiant men of Israel. From the leopards’ mountains. Skilled in war, they all hold swords Each man’s sword is girded 18. My Sister, My Bride (Songs 4:9-5:1) For the fears of night. Baritone You have ravished my heart, King Solomon made for himself my sister, my bride, a carriage of Lebanon’s wood You have ravished my heart With pillars of silver, a golden support, with one look of your eyes, A cushion of purple, and inlaid with love with one chain of your neck. By the daughters of Jerusalem. Go forth, O daughters of Zion. How sweet is your love, my sister, my bride Tenor and Female Duet Much sweeter, your love, Behold King Solomon wearing the crown than the sweetest wine. with which his mother crowned him And the scent of your oils on his wedding day, more than any perfume. The day of his heart’s delight. Your lips, O my bride, drop as the honeycomb 16. All Fair You Are (Song 4:1-7) Honey and milk are under your tongue. Baritone And the scent of your garments Behold, you are beautiful, my love. is the scent of Lebanon Behold, you are beautiful. A garden enclosed is my sister, my bride Your eyes are like doves A spring that is locked and a fountain secur Behind your veil. Your hair a flock of goats, Chorus Streaming down Mount Gilead. Pomegranates, henna with spikenard, spikenard and saffron, sugar cane, cinnamon, Your teeth a shorn and fruitful flock, With all trees of frankincense, Ascending from the wash. myrrh and aloes Your lips are like a scarlet thread, Where lovely speech resides. Your plants are an orchard with the choicest of fruits, Your cheeks are pomegranate halves with the chiefest of spices. Behind your veil. Your neck like David’s tower, Soprano Decked with a thousand shields— Awake, O north wind, come south! All shields of mighty men. Blow upon my garden, That the spices may flow out. Your breasts are twin gazelles, Which graze in lily fields. Chorus Let my Beloved come into His garden, Until the breath of day, And eat the pleasant fruits that are His! When shadows flee away; I go to the mountain of myrrh, Baritone And the hill of incense pure. I am come to my garden, my sister, my bride. All fair you are, my love; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; There is no spot in you. To partake of my honey in the comb, to drink of my wine with my milk. 17. Come With Me From Lebanon (Song 4:8) Baritone Chorus Come with me from Lebanon, my bride; Eat, O friends, Come with me from Lebanon. Drink your fill of love! Look from the source of the mountain stream, From the peak of snow-capped refuge. END PART ONE From the lions’ dwellings, 3 PART TWO His wavy locks are raven black. His eyes are doves by riverbeds, 19. My Beloved Knocks (Song 5:2-6) Bathed with milk by brimming pools Chorus His cheeks are spice beds with fragrant towers, I sleep, but my heart is awake; His lips like lilies dropping myrrh Hark! The voice of my Beloved who knocks: His hands are gold rings filled with gems. Baritone His loins are like smoothed ivory Open to me overlaid with sapphire gems. My sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled. His legs like marble pillars are For my head is filled with dew, standing on a pure gold base. My locks with the drops of the night. His face as Lebanon’s chosen trees, His mouth is pleasant to the taste Chorus All of Him is to be desired. I had put off my garment; how could I put it on? I had washed my feet; how could I soil them? This is my Beloved, and this is my Friend, O daughters of Jerusalem. My Beloved put his hand in the hole of my door My passions stirred for Him.