None is bereaved among them. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil. There is no spot in you. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck. How much better is your love than wine! The fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices! Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon. Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits.
I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride. I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks: "Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and my hair with the dampness of the night. Indeed, must I put it on? I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?
My heart pounded for him. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the lock. My heart went out when he spoke. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me. How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us?
The best among ten thousand. His hair is bushy, black as a raven. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh. His body is like ivory work overlaid with sapphires.
His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem. Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?
He browses among the lilies, 4 You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead. Until the day breaks and the shadows flee. His head is purest gold. The poems are exquisite, beautifully crafted, and full of passion.
But, at the same time, it raises a fascinating question: Why are there eight chapters of ancient love poems in the Bible? This is a question that has exercised the minds of great Jewish and Christian thinkers for millennia. The Song of Songs presents Bible readers with many riddles and wonderful puzzles, and the point is not just to solve them with the right answer.
Rather, a book like this one invites us into a wonderful world of idyllic gardens and youthful love. In fact, he almost certainly did not write the book, given that the speaking voice is mostly that of a young woman. The poems celebrate the love between a man and woman, and they are one another's only lovers. And Solomon, if you recall, had in the ballpark of wives political marriages , and an additional harem of women on retainer for his sexual appetite see 1 Kings Solomon loved to write, study, and collect knowledge in all sorts of areas, even plant and animal studies.
He loved to explore the world around him and observe its patterns. And as a king who was loaded with wealth, he could sponsor all kinds of writing projects. The book tells us as much! And even more, the final two chapters of the book name their authors, Agur Prov 30 and Lemuel Prov Brevard Childs, a Hebrew Bible scholar puts it this way:. As Moses is the source [though not the only author] of the Torah , and David is the source [though not the author] of the book of Psalms , so is Solomon the father of the wisdom tradition in Israel… The connection of the Song of Songs to Solomon in the Hebrew Bible sets these writings within the context of wisdom literature.
King Solomon would have been the royal sponsor responsible for aggregating and presenting this wisdom in the finished works we see in Hebrew and Christian Bibles. Actually, it's not only found in the Song of Songs, but the book of Proverbs has a number of poems celebrating the passion and physical intimacy between a man and woman see Prov The imagery and language of this poem is very similar to what you find in the Song of Songs, which should not surprise us.
Again, Brevard Childs puts it this way:. Another noticeable feature of this book is the pervasive use of garden imagery. Make haste, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices Song This book is simply permeated with images and scenes of garden love, as the lovers chase and play and embrace each other in poem after poem. I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them? This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her. What will ye see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.
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