Wednesday: Third Watos Hymn (Psali) - I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem :: الأربعاء: إبصالية واطس عربي ثالثة - أستحلفكنَّ يا بنات أورشليم

“I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,”
The Church spoke on the tongue of Solomon,
“Where does the Beloved desire to dwell?”
Pen-soutir en-aghathos.

“Wisdom has built her house,
She has hewn out her seven pillars,”
The seven talents: man’s perfection,
Pen-soutir en-aghathos.

Solomon in the Song of Songs,
Spoke of the Church and Baptism,
Also about the New Testament,
Pen-soutir en-aghathos.

A beautiful Child: His name is Wonderful,
The mention of His name is spikenard,
He was incarnate to be crucified
Pen-soutir en-aghathos.

“My love is a lily among the daughters,”
Her countenance, glorious among the queens,
She is eminent among myriads,
Pen-soutir en-aghathos.

“My Beloved is an apple among the sons,”
His garments are scented with aloes and cassia,
The Church declared with understanding,
Pen-soutir en-aghathos.

You were betrothed from among the daughters,
O betrothed of Isaac, son of Abram,
Who will dwell in a peaceful place,
Pen-soutir en-aghathos.

The daughters of Jerusalem called you,
The chosen one of an honorable race,
The queen was gloriously crowned,
Pen-soutir en-aghathos.

In the psalm, it is written,
Fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom,
Repentance is the light for sinners,
Pen-soutir en-aghathos.

The beginning of wisdom and teaching,
Are the proverbs of Solomon,
The king whose throne is Jerusalem,
Pen-soutir en-aghathos.

King Solomon decorated his house,
In wisdom, he decorated it with colors,
He decorated the Church with hymns,
Pen-soutir en-aghathos.

Solomon spoke of pools in Heshbon,
Opposite the Mountain of Zion,
The Church’s gate is Baptism and Myron,
Pen-soutir en-aghathos.

Solomon’s word is a hidden treasure,
He likened the Church to Heshbon’s pools,
Her creed is a tower and a stronghold,
Pen-soutir en-aghathos.

Our bed is green and we are veiled,
The Church gathers all the beloved,
At the door is the voice of my Beloved,
Pen-soutir en-aghathos.

Sustain me with cakes of raisins,
I am lovesick , your love is flames,
My Beloved in His fragrant garden,
Pen-soutir en-aghathos.

He witnessed and said his queens are sixty,
Also, the concubines are eighty,
The Church’s orders are numbered carefully,
Pen-soutir en-aghathos.

His crown made of precious stones,
To be worn by the wise Solomon,
He sat and judged in uprightness,
Pen-soutir en-aghathos.

The righteous attained the crown,
Of precious stone and the priceless jewel,
The Faithful Witness did conquer,
Pen-soutir en-aghathos.

Your stature: as Lebanon’s cedars and palms,
A virgin walking among the lilies,
Of whom King Solomon spoke in the Songs,
Pen-soutir en-aghathos.

You became: a table and lampstand,
O queen, who is chosen,
Therefore the virgins love you,
Pen-soutir en-aghathos.

The marriage supper of the Lamb,
He gathered thousands and myriads,
All the ranks and orders,
Pen-soutir en-aghathos.

The queen prepared a beautiful crown,
Which Solomon wore for his coronation,
He sat and judged Israel,
Pen-soutir en-aghathos.

For the coronation, the queen prepared,
A throne with precious jewels embedded,
On which the bridegroom did sit,
Pen-soutir en-aghathos.

Solomon wealth is of Ophir gold,
He prepared the throne with precious gold,
He gave the Proverbs and foretold,
Pen-soutir en-aghathos.

The Church, in the Songs, he explained,
Ascends from baptism in the Jordan,
A flock going down from Gilead,
Pen-soutir en-aghathos.

Around the city, the beloved went,
The guards found Him on Mount Sinai,
Coming to the port, He passed them by,
Pen-soutir en-aghathos.

By night, I sought the one I love,
Seeking my beloved, I did not find,
The watchmen wounded me, His bride,
Pen-soutir en-aghathos.

The prophet spoke about Him,
He was made a little lower than angels,
Concerning the death of Emmanuel,
Pen-soutir en-aghathos.

David the pure prophet said,
The crown of joy and righteousness,
Crowned the almighty Son of God,
Pen-soutir en-aghathos.

You are fair, my sister, my spouse,
Your wine is from the fruit of Paradise,
Quenches all souls who thirst,
Pen-soutir en-aghathos.

Your garments are royal amethyst,
Studded in magnificent colors,
With fragrance and incense,
Pen-soutir en-aghathos.

Your name is ointment poured forth,
Which cannot be perceived or explored,
You gave Your Blood for the Covenant,
Pen-soutir en-aghathos.

The daughters beheld and blessed you,
An only daughter and so pure,
The bride of Christ, the betrothed,
Pen-soutir en-aghathos.

This is a true saying,
St. Paul betrothed us, a virgin,
The Church of Christ, the virtuous,
Pen-soutir en-aghathos.

The composer of this melody,
Abdel-Masseh, the Hegumen,
About the Song of Songs, he sings,
Pen-soutir en-aghathos.

To the Church, He brought me,
He fed me of His Body,
The root of love embraces me,
Pen-soutir en-aghathos.

To the Church, He calls you,
Of His Body and Blood, He feeds you,
The root of love embraces you,
Pen-soutir en-aghathos.

Do not forget these works, O Lord,
In the Bible, You underscored,
“To him who knocks, I’ll open the door,”
Pen-soutir en-aghathos.

O Lord keep our patriarch,
And his partners in the service,
Our metropolitans and bishops,
Pen-soutir en-aghathos.

O Lord keep our priests,
And the assembly of our deacons,
With the rest of our congregation,
Pen-soutir en-aghathos.