St. Landry democrat., 1883-04-14
THE LOST SONG OF SOLOMON.
The London Church Review.

The London Church Review.
The accidental discovery in Cairo,
Egypt, during the recent British mill
tary occupation of that city, OF a very
ancient manuscript on parchment, writ
ten in the Oldest form of the Hebrew
language. which has been preserved to
our times from antiquity, has already
been detailed by telegraph. Oriental
entirely agreed on the point whether
this fragment, (for such it appears to
be) forms part of the lost song of Solo
mon, which is frequently referred to in
the writings of the fathers OF the early
Church. The translation, with it's ar
rangement into verses, which we ap-
pend, was undertaken by Prof. Mc1n-
tyre, the learned annotator, and ap-
pears in the Gazette de L'Isthme, pub
lished at Suez. 1t is given in the col
umns of that Journal both in French
and English. The manuscript, in the
possession of Capt. Beauchamp, OF the
highlanders, its owner by purchpSe, is
now on it's way to England
/. Who hath seen her who was here
and is not ? Whittier hath she gone my
beloved ? She is very young and come
ly; her mother watcheth her.
3. Twas enamored ana she would not
listen; she turned her face from me
as the moon hideth among the noun
tains Of Lebar1n, she hid her face from rom
me.
8. Who is she how is she named
among the maidens 7
4. She is the pearl of pearls there is
name among the daughters of Jerusa-
lnp " hpQnflfHt
than the lily.
5. Who hath seen her in her hiding
place Her eyes are like sapphires and
her hair is as the yellowish name Of the
lion; as the lions name when the
winds toss it, and it becomes as a veil
is her hair.
6. AS the pomegranate heart in the
early morning when the dew rests on
it is her mouth, and as the crimson OF
Tyre her lips when they part in laugh
ter.
Z. There is none like her; she is
comely, and her mother ohserveth her.
s. Straight are her limbs as the al
gum tree that comes from Ophir in the
ships of Tarshisll her arms are like
smooth ivory her head is a star with
its brightness. She is the pearl OF
pearls which wear in my heart.
8. Let my love come to me! ! will
annoint thee with spices with kisses
shalt thou know thy beloved
10. / will go into the orchard by the
stairs, where are the precious stones In
the porch of the eedars, will seek her.
Where art thou, q moon-eyed daughter
of Jerusalem
! IL. My love is as the sycamore tree of
the valley by the running stream none
shall keep him from me. will love
my love in the cool Of the evening.
12. / will tarry by the olive tree she
| will come in the dark of the day, bring.
ing spices and myrrh and all manner OF
sweet savors; her bosom shall be my
pillow. A .
IS. My mothers eyes are upon me
| they are keener than the evening sun
| when he looks from the tops OF Lebanon
In the cool of the evening my love shall
be with me.
IA. Her mother observed her; she
watched her closely.
| is. i am faint for love Of my beloved
she will not listen have called he1
and she hath not answered.
16. Z have searched and can not fine
her; her voice stirs the leaves of tht
olive trees it is the echo that answers
:. In the vineyard have looked for; b.
4 the olive trees have I looked for her
by the olive trees have ! sought my be
loved.
4 II. My love cometh this way. Hoy
fair is my love among the olive trees
His forehead is as a broad lily. He
more active than the young of the liol
that leaps in the desert. ! have wound
ed his heart.
| is. O my beloved, touch my forehea,
with thy fingers! Thou hast wrung th
heart Of thy love.
1 10. My mother held me and would nc
listen. *5 st