Dreamy Daughters of Jerusalem

Daughters of Jerusalem, while asleep and dreamy.

My heart woke to hear my love, nearer than was seemly.

“Open to me now,” he begged, “for I’m wet and dewy;

through this night, O my delight, I want you so truly.”


I’d undressed and washed my feet, I should not be rising.

He expressed his own deep need, bid for compromising.

My de-si-re won the fight, and my hand soon took hold;

 slipp’ry fragrant liquid myrrh, found on that sturdy bolt.


Swiftly as he came, he left, and he could not be found.

Neither had the guards I asked, seen of him on their rounds.

They abused this barefoot girl; I was treated roughly.

If you find him, sisters, say, “I am faint for loving.”


Image: Cathy Mü on Unsplash   

Text:  David Alexander, 2021  CC BY-SA NC 4.0   

Tune:  Ave Virgo Virginum,   Public Domain    

Audio:  www.smallchurchmusic.com  Used by Permission.

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