December 15, 2022 Read Together

December 15, 2022 Read Together

December 15, 2022

Song of Solomon 3

The search


Upon my bed, night after night,
        I looked for the one whom I love with all my heart.
    I looked for him but couldn’t find him.
“I will rise now and go all around the city,
        through the streets and the squares.
I will look for the one whom I love with all my heart.”
    I looked for him but couldn’t find him.
The guards found me,
        those who make their rounds in the city.
“The one whom I love with all my heart—
        have you seen him?”
No sooner did I depart from them
        than I found the one whom I love with all my heart.
I held on to him and now I won’t let him go,
        until I’ve brought him to my mother’s house,
        to the chamber of the one who conceived me.

I place you under oath, daughters of Jerusalem,
        by the gazelles or the wild deer:
        don’t rouse, don’t arouse love
            until it desires.

Visions of grandeur

Who is this, coming up from the wilderness,
        like pillars of smoke?
She is perfumed with myrrh and frankincense,
        selected from all the spice merchant’s powders.

Picture Solomon’s bed—
        sixty heroic men round about it,
        all from the heroes of Israel,
    all of them skilled with the sword,
        expert in warfare,
        each with his sword ready at his thigh
        against terrors that come by night.
King Solomon made a canopied couch for himself
        from the trees of Lebanon.
10 Its pillars he made of silver,
        its covering, cloth of gold,
        its cushions, royal purple;
        its interior inlaid with love.
Daughters of Jerusalem, 11 go forth!
Look, daughters of Zion—
        on King Solomon wearing the crown
        with which his mother crowned him
        on the day of his wedding,
        on the day of his heart’s joy.

Song of Solomon 3-4

In praise of her


Look at you—so beautiful, my dearest!
Look at you—so beautiful! Your eyes are doves
        behind the veil of your hair!
Your hair is like a flock of goats
        as they stream down Mount Gilead.
Your teeth are like newly shorn ewes
        as they come up from the washing pool—
        all of them perfectly matched,
        not one of them lacks its twin.
Like a crimson ribbon are your lips;
        when you smile, it is lovely.
Like a slice of pomegranate is the curve of your face
        behind the veil of your hair.
Like David’s tower is your neck,
        splendidly built!
A thousand shields are hung upon it—
        all the weapons of the warriors.
Your two breasts are like two fawns,
        twins of a gazelle doe,
        that graze among the lilies.
Before the day breeze blows
        and the shadows flee,
        I will be off to the mountain of myrrh,
        to the hill of frankincense.
You are utterly beautiful, my dearest;
        there’s not a single flaw in you.

Garden of delight


Come down with me from Lebanon, my bride—
        if only you would come down with me from Lebanon.
Descend from the peak of Amana,
        from the peaks of Senir and Hermon,
        from the lions’ dens,
        from the mountain lairs of leopards.
You have captured my heart, my sister, my bride!
        You have captured my heart with one glance from your eyes,
        with one strand of your necklace.
10 How beautiful is your loving, my sister, my bride!
        Your loving is so much better than wine,
        and your fragrance better than any perfume!
11 Sweetness drops from your lips, my bride;
        honey and milk are under your tongue,
and the fragrance of your garments
        is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
12 An enclosed garden is my sister, my bride;
        an enclosed pool, a sealed spring.
13 Your limbs are an orchard of pomegranates
        with all kinds of luscious fruit,
            henna, and spices:
14             nard and saffron,
            sweet cane and cinnamon,
        with all scented woods,
            myrrh, and aloes,
        with the very choicest perfumes!
15 You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water,
        streams from Lebanon.
16 Stir, north wind, and come, south wind!
        Blow upon my garden;
        let its perfumes flow!


Let my love come to his garden;
        let him eat its luscious fruit!


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