Jul 28 - Song of Solomon 6-8
Song of Solomon
1Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?2My beloved has gone down to his garden to the beds of spices, to graze in the gardens and to gather lilies.3I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine; he grazes among the lilies.4You are beautiful as Tirzah, my love, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.5Turn away your eyes from me, for they overwhelm me--Your hair is like a flock of goats leaping down the slopes of Gilead.6Your teeth are like a flock of ewes that have come up from the washing; all of them bear twins; not one among them has lost its young.7Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your veil.8There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and virgins without number.9My dove, my perfect one, is the only one, the only one of her mother, pure to her who bore her. The young women saw her and called her blessed; the queens and concubines also, and they praised her.10"Who is this who looks down like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, awesome as an army with banners?"11I went down to the nut orchard to look at the blossoms of the valley, to see whether the vines had budded, whether the pomegranates were in bloom.12Before I was aware, my desire set me among the chariots of my kinsman, a prince.13Return, return, O Shulammite, return, return, that we may look upon you.Why should you look upon the Shulammite, as upon a dance before two armies?
1How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O noble daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of a master hand.2Your navel is a rounded bowl that never lacks mixed wine. Your belly is a heap of wheat, encircled with lilies.3Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.4Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like a tower of Lebanon, which looks toward Damascus.5Your head crowns you like Carmel, and your flowing locks are like purple; a king is held captive in the tresses.6How beautiful and pleasant you are, O loved one, with all your delights!7Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters.8I say I will climb the palm tree and lay hold of its fruit. Oh may your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the scent of your breath like apples,9and your mouth like the best wine. It goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding over lips and teeth.10I am my beloved's, and his desire is for me.11Come, my beloved, let us go out into the fields and lodge in the villages;12let us go out early to the vineyards and see whether the vines have budded, whether the grape blossoms have opened and the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love.13The mandrakes give forth fragrance, and beside our doors are all choice fruits, new as well as old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.
1Oh that you were like a brother to me who nursed at my mother's breasts! If I found you outside, I would kiss you, and none would despise me.2I would lead you and bring you into the house of my mother--she who used to teach me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, the juice of my pomegranate.3His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me!4I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you not stir up or awaken love until it pleases.5Who is that coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved?Under the apple tree I awakened you. There your mother was in labor with you; there she who bore you was in labor.6Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm, for love is strong as death, jealousy is fierce as the grave. Its flashes are flashes of fire, the very flame of the LORD.7Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man offered for love all the wealth of his house, he would be utterly despised.8We have a little sister, and she has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister on the day when she is spoken for?9If she is a wall, we will build on her a battlement of silver, but if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.10I was a wall, and my breasts were like towers; then I was in his eyes as one who finds peace.11Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon; he let out the vineyard to keepers; each one was to bring for its fruit a thousand pieces of silver.12My vineyard, my very own, is before me; you, O Solomon, may have the thousand, and the keepers of the fruit two hundred.13O you who dwell in the gardens, with companions listening for your voice; let me hear it.14Make haste, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.