Testo di Song Of Songs

Let him kiss me with the virgins love thee Look not upon me because I am black I am the rose of Sharon And the lily of the valleys As the lily among thorns So is my love among the daughters I sat down under his shadow With great delight And his fruit was sweet And he was love, he was love Comfort me with apples for I am sick Sick of love So sick Sick of love Upon my bed I sought him Open to me, my sister My love, my dove, my undefiled For my head My head is filled, filled with dew And my locks with the drops of the night I opened to my beloved But my beloved Had withdrawn himself I charge you I charge you Oh daughters, tell him I am sick Sick of love So sick Sick of love