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.”
———-
Text: David Alexander, 2021 CC BY-SA NC 4.0
Tune: Ave Virgo Virginum, Public Domain
Audio: www.smallchurchmusic.com Used by Permission.
Aboksu 