MY BELOVED IS MINE AND I AM HIS. (ECCLESIASTICS THE PREACHER)

Into the banquet hall the brought me
And over me his stamp card is love
With cakes he strengthens me
His right hand strokes me gently
While under my head his left hand placed

Young maidens of the land of Africa
By the deer, the hinds of the field
That you will not awaken love or
Arouse before its proper time my love.
Here he comes, his voice I hear

The mountains he climbs
Leaping on the hills
Like a deer my beloved is
Looks like a deer or a young man
Here behind our wall he stands

Through the windows gazing
Through the lattice looking.
My beloved to me he responded
And to me he said
Come with me! Get up, my true love, my beautiful one,
The winter is past, the rain is over and gone.

In the country side appears the blossom.
Lets make melodious song, arise my darling,
My beautiful one, come along
my dove, in the clefts of the rock,
In the secret places of the cliffs,

let me see your figure and hear your voice.
Your voice is sweet, and your figure is lovely."
Seize the carnivorous mammal for us,
The little mammal that spoils the vineyards
Mine is my love and his I am

Among the lilies he pastures his flock.
Before breaks the day, and flee the shadows
My love turn turned to me, and be like a deer
A male Deer, on the mountains.

JESUS LOVER OF MY SOUL

1. Jesus, lover of my soul,
let me to thy bosom fly,
while the nearer waters roll,
while the tempest still is high.
Hide me, O my Savior, hide,
till the storm of life is past;
safe into the haven guide;
O receive my soul at last.

2. Other refuge have I none,
hangs my helpless soul on thee;
leave, ah! leave me not alone,
still support and comfort me.
All my trust on thee is stayed,
all my help from thee I bring;
cover my defenseless head
with the shadow of thy wing.