The watchmen are diligent That go about, keeping order. The city found me quiet and hindered, To whom I said, “What do you seek?” “Saw ye him?” They asked. They too seek the one Whom my soul loveth.
I will rise now, shake off sleep, And go about the city which I love. In the streets, I will testify, And in the broad ways I will preach. I will seek him, my king and the one Whom my soul loveth. I sought him, during the night, But I found him not, except inContinue reading “Song 3.2 |Streets”
By night I moistened my prayer with tears, On my bed the waters fell. I sought him with my heart, wholly committed; Whom my soul loveth, he hears my prayer. He collects my tears, and He comforts my heart. I sought him diligently, But I found him not, Except in the dark silence of grief.
Until the day break I will rest, And the shadows flee away from my heart. Turn, my beloved, wake me, And be thou like a roe, fleet of foot. Or a young hart, stealthy and silent. Upon the mountains of Bether, come and find me.