Through My Bible – November 24

Song of Songs 3:6 – 5:1 (EHV)



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⁶ Who is this woman coming up from the wilderness

like columns of smoke,

perfumed with myrrh and with incense,

made from all the fragrant powders of the merchant?

⁷ Look! It’s Solomon’s own carriage. ^[1]

Sixty warriors surround it,

the most heroic of Israel,

⁸ all of them wearing a sword,

all trained for battle,

each man with his sword at his side,

ready for the terrors of the night.

⁹ This palanquin ^[2] King Solomon made for himself

    out of wood from Lebanon.

¹⁰ Its posts he made of silver.

Its base he made of gold.

Its seat was upholstered with purple.

Its interior was inlaid with love ^[3]

    by the daughters of Jerusalem.

¹¹ Come out, you daughters of Zion,

and look at King Solomon wearing the crown,

the crown with which his mother crowned him

    on the day of his wedding,

    on the day his heart rejoiced.

Song of Songs 4

¹ Look at you. You are beautiful, my darling!

Look at you. You are beautiful!

Your eyes are doves behind your veil.

Your hair is like a flock of goats

which flows down from Mount Gilead.

² Your teeth are like a flock,

ready to be sheared,

which comes up from the washing.

Each is a twin. Not one of them is left by itself.

³ Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon.

Your mouth is lovely.

Your cheeks behind your veil

are like the halves of a pomegranate.

⁴ Like the tower of David,

your neck is adorned with rows of stones. ^[4]

A thousand shields hang on it,

all of them the equipment of warriors.

⁵ Your two breasts are like two fawns,

twins of a gazelle, that browse among the lilies.

⁶ Until the day breathes and the shadows flee,

I will go to the mountain of myrrh,

and to the hill of incense.

⁷ You are altogether beautiful, my darling.

There is no flaw in you.

⁸ Come with me from Lebanon, my bride.

With me from Lebanon, come.

Descend from the top of Amana,

from the top of Senir and Hermon,

from the lions’ dens,

and from the mountains of the leopards.

⁹ You have stirred my heart, my sister, my bride.

You have stirred my heart

    with one, just one of your eyes,

    with one jewel of your necklace.

¹⁰ How delightful it is to experience your love,

    my sister, my bride!

How much better is your love than wine,

and the fragrance of your perfume than any spice!

¹¹ Your lips drip like a honeycomb, my bride.

Honey and milk are under your tongue.

The fragrance of your garments

    is like the fragrance of Lebanon.

¹² You are an enclosed garden, my sister, my bride.

You are an enclosed spring, ^[5] a sealed fountain.

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