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dangermousieThese quotes are from the Bible, specifically from the Song of Songs. Some amazingly beautiful writing there (at least, as far as I can tell through the translation, as I don't read Hebrew). And it's surprisingly romantic and passionate.
My lover is to me a sachet of myrrh resting between my breasts. My lover is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi.
I slept but my heart was awake. Listen! My lover is knocking: "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." I have taken off my robe— must I put it on again? I have washed my feet— must I soil them again? My lover thrust his hand through the latch-opening; my heart began to pound for him. I arose to open for my lover, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
He has taken me to the banquet hall, and his banner over me is love. Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love. His left arm is under my head, and his right arm embraces me.
I belong to my lover, and his desire is for me. Come, my lover, let us go to the countryside, let us spend the night in the villages. Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vines have budded, if their blossoms have opened, and if the pomegranates are in bloom—there I will give you my love. The mandrakes send out their fragrance, and at our door is every delicacy, both new and old, that I have stored up for you, my lover.
How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how beautiful! Your eyes behind your veil are doves. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Mount Gilead. Your teeth are like a flock of sheep just shorn, coming up from the washing. Each has its twin; not one of them is alone. Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon; your mouth is lovely. Your temples behind your veil are like the halves of a pomegranate. Your neck is like the tower of David, built with elegance; on it hang a thousand shields, all of them shields of warriors. Your two breasts are like two fawns, like twin fawns of a gazelle that browse among the lilies. Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of incense. All beautiful you are, my darling; there is no flaw in you.
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dangermousie's randomness. Btw, if anyone is icked by the "sister" references, don't be. I don't know about ancient Israel, but in ancient Egyptian poetry, "sister" was used as a romantic endearment (see how I am resisting making Duncan/Veronica jokes), not an indication of blood relationship. I am pretty sure it's the case here as well.
My lover is to me a sachet of myrrh resting between my breasts. My lover is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi.
I slept but my heart was awake. Listen! My lover is knocking: "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." I have taken off my robe— must I put it on again? I have washed my feet— must I soil them again? My lover thrust his hand through the latch-opening; my heart began to pound for him. I arose to open for my lover, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
He has taken me to the banquet hall, and his banner over me is love. Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love. His left arm is under my head, and his right arm embraces me.
I belong to my lover, and his desire is for me. Come, my lover, let us go to the countryside, let us spend the night in the villages. Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vines have budded, if their blossoms have opened, and if the pomegranates are in bloom—there I will give you my love. The mandrakes send out their fragrance, and at our door is every delicacy, both new and old, that I have stored up for you, my lover.
How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how beautiful! Your eyes behind your veil are doves. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Mount Gilead. Your teeth are like a flock of sheep just shorn, coming up from the washing. Each has its twin; not one of them is alone. Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon; your mouth is lovely. Your temples behind your veil are like the halves of a pomegranate. Your neck is like the tower of David, built with elegance; on it hang a thousand shields, all of them shields of warriors. Your two breasts are like two fawns, like twin fawns of a gazelle that browse among the lilies. Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of incense. All beautiful you are, my darling; there is no flaw in you.
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Date: 2005-10-12 10:07 pm (UTC)It's all beautiful, but this is my favorite. :) Thanks for sharing.
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Date: 2005-10-12 11:22 pm (UTC)Well, it's fluid and romantic and eloquent, but there's one bit I don't get:
"Your temples behind your veil are like the halves of a pomegranate."
Eh? But overall, I like alot. I suppose the Bible is one of those saucy books pigeonholed by its sequel, no? Thanks for sharing, I love your random quotes!
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Date: 2005-10-12 11:30 pm (UTC)This is from Song of Solomon in Old Testament.
I suppose the Bible is one of those saucy books pigeonholed by its sequel, no?
Heeee.
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Date: 2005-10-12 11:49 pm (UTC)And eek, that wasn't supposed to be reply-to, that was supposed to be a new comment (which is not to say I disagree at all with winterspel over there. That was my favorite bit, too).
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Date: 2005-10-12 11:30 pm (UTC)Some of it is so pretty...
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Date: 2005-10-13 12:39 am (UTC)The Good News version reduces it to:
My lover has the scent of myrrh as he lies upon my breasts.
My lover is like the wild flowers that bloom in the vineyards at Engedi
I'm actually surprised they didn't bowdlerize it even more, but kind of sucks all the juice out, don't it?
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Date: 2005-10-13 12:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-13 01:54 am (UTC)But anyway, it is different still:
A bundle of myrrh _is_ my well-beloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.
My beloved _is_ unto me _as_ a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.
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Date: 2005-10-13 12:48 am (UTC)I call the left one Bambi.
(why yes, I am headed straight to Hell, why do you ask?)
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Date: 2005-10-13 12:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-13 03:01 am (UTC)Boy, did she miss him.
Seriously, I love and adore the Canticle, and find it hothothot.
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Date: 2005-10-13 03:07 am (UTC)Boy, did she miss him.
ROTFL. I never thought of it that way! :P
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Date: 2005-10-13 05:38 am (UTC)I should use that some time. :)
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Date: 2005-10-13 07:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-13 05:40 am (UTC)I was browsing my friends friends list and these are beautiful! I'm glad I stumbled across them.
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Date: 2005-10-13 07:40 pm (UTC)