The enclosed garden icon

– 2022 – 25x40x2,5   private collection
Emulsion & pigments ; gold 23C75; levkas;

           The Song of the Songs:

1

²Let him kiss me with kisses of his mouth!
More delightful is your love than wine!

³Your name spoken is a spreading perfume –

⁴Draw me!-
Bring me, O king, to your chambers.
With you we rejoice and exult,
we extol your love; it is beyond wine:
how rightly you are loved!

1

B
B R I D E

¹²For the king’s banquet
my nard gives forth its fragrance.

G
B R I D E G R O O M

¹⁵Ah, you are beautiful, my beloved,
ah, you are beautiful; your eyes are doves!

B

¹⁶Ah, you are beautiful, my lover –
yes, you are lovely.
Our couch, too, is verdant;

2

B

³As an apple tree among the trees of the woods,
so is my lover among men.
I delight to rest in his shadow,
and his fruit is sweet to my mouth.
⁴He brings me into the banquet hall
and his emblem over me is love.
⁵Strengthen me with raisin cakes,
refresh me with apples,
for I am faint with love.

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

¹⁰My lover speaks; he says to me,
“Arise, my beloved, my beautiful one,
and come!
¹¹“For see, the winter is past,
the rains are over and gone.
¹²The flowers appear on the earth,
the time of pruning the vines has come,
and the song of the dove is heard in our land.
¹³The fig tree puts forth its figs,
and the vines, in bloom, give forth fragrance.
Arise, my beloved, my beautiful one,
and come!

4

G

¹²You are an enclosed garden, my sister, my bride,
an enclosed garden, a fountain sealed.
¹³You are a park that puts forth pomegranates,
with all choice fruits;

B

¹⁶Arise, north wind! Come, south wind!
blow upon my garden
that its perfumes may spread abroad.

Let my lover come to his garden and eat its choice fruits.

5

G

¹I have come to my garden, my sister, my bride;
I gather my myrrh and my spices,
I eat my honey and my sweetmeats,
I drink my wine and my milk.

D
D A U G H T E R S    O F    J E R U S A L E M

Eat, friends; drink! Drink freely of love!

B

²I was sleeping, but my heart kept vigil;
I heard my lover knocking:
“Open to me,
my sister, my beloved, my dove, my perfect one!
For my head is wet with dew,
my locks with the moisture of the night.”
³I have taken off my robe,
am I then to put it on?
I have bathed my feet,
am I then to soil them?
⁴My lover put his hand through the opening;
my heart trembled within me,
and I grew faint when he spoke.
⁵I rose to open to my lover,
with my hands dripping myrrh:
With my fingers dripping choice myrrh
upon the fittings of the lock.