SOLOMON’S [THE PEACEFUL ONE’S] FINEST SONG.

The city of the Peaceful One - Jerusalem - yearns after her King, the Self-existent, the Holy Spirit [Melchizedek], her Beloved.

GIVE me a kiss, my Beloved [the Peaceful One - the Self-existent, the Holy Spirit]. Your kiss is sweeter than wine.

The fragrance of Your perfume is intoxicating; Your name is perfume poured out. Virgins fall in love with You.

Draw me, and I will run after You. Bring me to Your bedchamber, I will be glad and rejoice. I value my Well-beloved more than wine. It is only right to fall in love with You.

The King, the Peaceful One [the Self-existent, the Holy Spirit] responds.

 Dearest people of the city of the Peaceful One - Jerusalem, I am dark and beautiful like the tent of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon [the peaceful one].

Do not stare at Me because I am dark, because the sun has dealt with Me. My mother’s sons were angry with Me; they said, “You were made a keeper of vineyards, yet You do not watch over Your own vineyard.”

The yearning of the city of the Peaceful One – Jerusalem - after her King, the Self-existent, the Holy Spirit [Melchizedek], continues.

Open up, Love of my soul: Where do You pasture Your flock? Where do You let them rest at noon? Why should I stray to the flock of Your companions?

The King, the Peaceful One [the Self-existent, the Holy Spirit] responds.

You don’t know, most beautiful one? Follow the footsteps of the shepherds feeding the young female goats beside the habitation of the shepherds [Gilead - the territory occupied by the tribes of Reuben, Gad and half Manasseh, east of the Jordan, formerly the lands of Sihon king of the Amorites and Og king of Bashan].

The city of the Peaceful One - Jerusalem - eulogizes her King, the Self-existent, the Holy Spirit [Melchizedek].

To me, my Beloved, You are like a company of horses in Pharoah’s chariots.

Your cheeks are beautiful with jewelry, Your neck, with gold necklace.

I will make gold jewelry for You, coated with silver.

The King’s bedchamber’s perfume releases its fragrance.

You are a bundle of myrrh, my Beloved, lie all night on my breast.

My Beloved is a cluster of henna in the vineyards of En-gedi.

You are the fairest, my Beloved; really,  the fairest; Your eyes are doves’.

You are fair, my Beloved, and pleasant. Our bed is prosperous; the beams of the palace are cedars; and our rafters are cypresses.