"Songs Of Songs" lyrics - CHRISTIAN DEATH

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 loved
He was loved
Comfort me with apples for
I am sick of love
So sick
Sick of love.

On my bed
I sought him
Open to me
Hey sister!

My love
My dove
My undefiled

And for my head
My head is filled
With [?]
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Had withdrawn himself!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 of...

I am sick of love
So sick
Sick of love.