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Thursday, August 8, 2013

How Beautiful You Are, My darling!


Song of Songs 4:1-16 NIV


He

1How beautiful you are, My darling!
Oh, how beautiful!
Your eyes behind your veil are doves.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
descending from the hills of Gilead.
2Your teeth are like a flock of sheep just shorn,
coming up from the washing.
Each has its twin;
not one of them is alone.
3Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon;
your mouth is lovely.
Your temples behind your veil
are like the halves of a pomegranate.
4Your neck is like the tower of David,
built with courses of stonea ;
on it hang a thousand shields,
all of them shields of warriors.
5Your breasts are like two fawns,
like twin fawns of a gazelle
that browse among the lilies.
6Until the day breaks
and the shadows flee,
I will go to the mountain of myrrh
and to the hill of incense.
7You are altogether beautiful, My darling;
there is no flaw in you.
8Come with Me from Lebanon, My bride,
come with Me from Lebanon.
Descend from the crest of Amana,
from the top of Senir, the summit of Hermon,
from the lions’ dens
and the mountain haunts of leopards.
9You have stolen My Heart, My sister, My bride;
you have stolen My Heart
with one glance of your eyes,
with one jewel of your necklace.
10How delightful is your love, My sister, My bride!
How much more pleasing is your love than wine,
and the fragrance of your perfume
more than any spice!
11Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, My bride;
milk and honey are under your tongue.
The fragrance of your garments
is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
12You are a garden locked up, My sister, My bride;
you are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain.
13Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates
with choice fruits,
with henna and nard,
14nard and saffron,
calamus and cinnamon,
with every kind of incense tree,
with myrrh and aloes
and all the finest spices.
15You areb a garden fountain,
a well of flowing water
streaming down from Lebanon.

She

16Awake, north wind,
and come, south wind!
Blow on my garden,
that its fragrance may spread everywhere.
Let my Beloved come into His Garden
and taste its choice fruits.






In this chapter is contained a large commendation of the church's beauty by Christ; first, more particularly, by an enumeration of several parts, as her eyes, hair, teeth, lips, temples, neck, and breasts, 4:1; and more generally, 4:7; And having observed where He Himself was determined to go, He invites her to go with Him; which He enforces, partly from the danger she was exposed to where she was 4:6; and partly from the comeliness of her person and graces; with which He was delighted, and therefore was extremely desirous of her company, 4:9.  And then enters into some new descriptions of her; as a garden and orchard, as a spring and fountain, 4:12; all which she makes to be owing to Him, 4:15.


And the chapter is closed with a wish from Bride to the winds to blow on His Garden, and cause the spices of it to flow out; and with an invitation of the church to Christ, to come into His garden, and relax there, 4:16.

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