Episode 179: An erotic poem in the Bible?

The Song of Solomon 1-8

Let him kiss me

1 ¹ The song of songs, which is Solomon's.

² Kiss me, for your love is better than wine.

³ You smell good. That's why the virgins love you.

⁵ I am black and beautiful.

¹³ You will lie all night between my breasts.

His fruit was sweet to my taste

2 ³ As an apple tree is better than other trees, so is my lover better than other men.

I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.

⁶ His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.

⁷ Don't disturb him until he pleases me.

¹⁶ He feeds among the lilies.

Till he please

3 ¹ Every night on my bed, I sought my lover, but didn't find him.

⁴ Then I found him, and held him, and wouldn't let him go,

until I brought him to my mother's bedroom, where she conceived me.

⁵ Don't disturb him, until he pleases me.

Thy two breasts

4 ¹ Your hair is like a flock of goats.

² Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep, each of which is not barren and has born twins.

³ Your temples are like a piece of pomegranate.

⁴ Your neck is like a tower of David, with 1000 shields of mighty men hanging on it.

⁵ Your breasts are like two fawns that feed among the lilies.

¹⁰ Your love is better than wine.

¹⁶ Blow on my garden to make the spices flow out. Eat your pleasant fruits.

By the hole of the door

5 ¹ I have eaten my honey and have drunk my wine.

Eat and drink abundantly, my friends.

² I sleep, but I hear my beloved knocking at the door, saying, Open to me, my sister.

³ I have washed my feet. Must I defile them again?

⁴ My beloved put his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.

⁵ As I rose to open to my beloved, my hands and fingers dripped with perfume.

⁶ I opened to my beloved, but he had withdrawn himself.

Virgins without number

6 ⁵ Your hair is like a flock of goats.

⁶ Your teeth are like a flock of sheep, each of which is not barren and has born twins.

⁷ Your temples are like a piece of pomegranate.

⁸ There are 70 queens, 80 concubines, and an infinite number of virgins.

The joints of your thighs

7 ¹ Your feet are beautiful, and your thighs are like jewels.

² Your navel is like a goblet filled with liquor,

and your belly is like a heap of wheat and lilies.

³ Your breasts are like two fawns that are twins.

⁴ Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon that looks toward Damascus.

⁵ Your head is like Mount Carmel, and you have purple hair.

⁷ Your breasts are like clusters of grapes.

⁸ Your breath smells like apples.

⁹ The roof of your mouth is like the best wine, causing sleeping people to speak.

¹² Let's get up early and go to the vineyards, where I'll give you my loves.

My breasts are like towers

8 ¹ I wish you were like my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother.

Then I'd kiss you and not be despised.

² I'd lead you to my mother's house and she would teach me.

And I'd make you drink spiced wine from my pomegranate.

³ His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.

⁴ Don't disturb him until he pleases me.

⁸ We have a little sister who has no breasts.

¹⁰ But my breasts are like towers.