And I’m The Queen of Sheba….


One thing leading to another, I ended up looking at representations of the Queen of Sheba (see here for the post on goose-footed saints…), the lover of Solomon and the richest woman in the world. Here is the Old Testament version:


I Kings: 10 And when the queen of Sheba heard of the fame of Solomon concerning the name of the Lord, she came to prove him with hard questions. And she came to Jerusalem with a very great train, with camels that bare spices, and very much gold, and precious stones: and when she was come to Solomon, she communed with him of all that was in her heart. And Solomon told her all her questions: there was not any thing hid from the king, which he told her not. And when the queen of Sheba had seen all Solomon’s wisdom, and the house that he had built, and the meat of his table, and the sitting of his servants, and the attendance of his ministers, and their apparel, and his cupbearers, and his ascent by which he went up unto the house of the Lord; there was no more spirit in her. And she said to the king, It was a true report that I heard in mine own land of thy acts and of thy wisdom. Howbeit I believed not the words, until I came, and mine eyes had seen it: and, behold, the half was not told me: thy wisdom and prosperity exceedeth the fame which I heard. Happy are thy men, happy are these thy servants, which stand continually before thee, and that hear thy wisdom. Blessed be the Lord thy God, which delighted in thee, to set thee on the throne of Israel: because the Lord loved Israel for ever, therefore made he thee king, to do judgment and justice. 10 And she gave the king an hundred and twenty talents of gold, and of spices very great store, and precious stones: there came no more such abundance of spices as these which the queen of Sheba gave to king Solomon. 11 And the navy also of Hiram, that brought gold from Ophir, brought in from Ophir great plenty of almug trees, and precious stones. 12 And the king made of the almug trees pillars for the house of the Lord, and for the king’s house, harps also and psalteries for singers: there came no such almug trees, nor were seen unto this day. 13 And king Solomon gave unto the queen of Sheba all her desire, whatsoever she asked, beside that which Solomon gave her of his royal bounty. So she turned and went to her own country, she and her servants.

Representations of such a splendiferous subject appear in several traditions. Here is the version by Rubens:

Charles Gabriel Gleyre:

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From a Persian manuscript:

An Ethiopian master:

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From a Sahfavid manuscript:

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Who was this fine lady? She is known as Bilqis in Islamic tradion and  Oloye Bilikisu Sungbo by the Ijebu-Ode of Nigeria. Tradition calls her also Makeda and Candace. She is known as the queen of Arabia, of Yemen, and of Ethiopia, where tradition states that she bore King Menelik I, the first Emperor of the country, by Solomon. Her wealth was legendary. In Arabic tales, her mother was a djinn and her feet were deformed – giving rise to the myth that she had a goose’s foot, or other deformities.

….“And I’m the Queen of Sheba!”

Persian  image rights here.

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One Response to And I’m The Queen of Sheba….

  1. Meadowsweet,

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    As a Lily Among Thorns – A Story of King Solomon, the Queen of Sheba, and the Goddess of Wisdom by Rudy U Martinka

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