There's a signal by means of a flared bell,
A loud and bright penetrating tone
Upon the herbs is a fine cloud of mist in the heat of harvest
The flower is a ripened grape
Clusters of inflorescences
Compact growth on the plants
Masses of flowers at their point of readiness
My love, He spends the night in the fields of the country
In houses of villages which have no wall round about them
They shall go out in jubilee, redeemed
Their cheeks too will be like sweetly scented beds of spices
Pruning hooks cut off spreading branches
In preparation,
An exotic bloom is cultivated for its beauty
This day and upward, vivid evidence of godly judgment
Fruitfullness, richness of the land.
Pomegranates are upon the robe of a people
even the foundation of the temple
Our grain, our plants will be counted a blessing
while the seed is still in the barn, wine is served
A clean harvest is offered
So early they will flourish, the tender grape appear
A ransom for all, death has seen no repentance in Your eyes
Force out, therefore, the labourers into your harvest.
Let the present be brought unto You
for a people scattered and peeled
Amen
A loud and bright penetrating tone
Upon the herbs is a fine cloud of mist in the heat of harvest
The flower is a ripened grape
Clusters of inflorescences
Compact growth on the plants
Masses of flowers at their point of readiness
My love, He spends the night in the fields of the country
In houses of villages which have no wall round about them
They shall go out in jubilee, redeemed
Their cheeks too will be like sweetly scented beds of spices
Pruning hooks cut off spreading branches
In preparation,
An exotic bloom is cultivated for its beauty
This day and upward, vivid evidence of godly judgment
Fruitfullness, richness of the land.
Pomegranates are upon the robe of a people
even the foundation of the temple
Our grain, our plants will be counted a blessing
while the seed is still in the barn, wine is served
A clean harvest is offered
So early they will flourish, the tender grape appear
A ransom for all, death has seen no repentance in Your eyes
Force out, therefore, the labourers into your harvest.
Let the present be brought unto You
for a people scattered and peeled
Amen