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Section 4 - Communion
Again Broken, Restoration
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~ Song of Solomon 5:2 - 6:10 ~
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- Blue text - the Bridegroom (Beloved) is speaking.
- Purple text - the bride (love) is speaking.
- Green text - the daughters of Jerusalem are speaking.
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5:2 |
"I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice
of my beloved that knocketh, saying,
Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove,
my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the
night. |
5:3 |
I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on?
I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them? |
5:4 |
My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door,
and my bowels were moved for him. |
5:5 |
I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped
with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock. |
5:6 |
I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn
himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not
find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer. |
5:7 |
The watchmen that went about the city found me,
they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me. |
5:8 |
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find
my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love. |
5:9 |
What is thy beloved more than another beloved,
O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou
dost so charge us? |
5:10 |
My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among
ten thousand. |
5:11 |
His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are
bushy, and black as a raven. |
5:12 |
His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers
of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set. |
5:13 |
His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers:
his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh. |
5:14 |
His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl:
his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires. |
5:15 |
His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets
of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. |
5:16 |
His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether
lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem. |
6:1 |
Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among
women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee. |
6:2 |
My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the
beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies. |
6:3 |
I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth
among the lilies. |
6:4 |
[To her He says:]
Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army
with banners. |
6:5 |
Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome
me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead. |
6:6 |
Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from
the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them. |
6:7 |
As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within
thy locks. |
6:8 |
[Then, turning to the daughters of Jerusalem, He exclaims:]
There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number. |
6:9 |
My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only
one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw
her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her. |
6:10 |
Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair
as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?" |
Section 5 - Fruits of
Recognized Union
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~ Song of Solomon 6:11 - 8:4 ~
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- Blue text - the Bridegroom (Beloved) is speaking.
- Purple text - the bride (love) is speaking.
- Green text - the daughters of Jerusalem are speaking.
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6:11 |
"I went down into the garden of nuts to see
the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished, and the pomegranates
budded. |
6:12 |
Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots
of Amminadib. |
6:13 |
Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that
we may look upon thee. What will ye
see in the Shulamite? As it were the
company of two armies. |
7:1 |
How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's
daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning
workman. |
7:2 |
Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth
not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies. |
7:3 |
Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are
twins. |
7:4 |
Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like
the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose is as the tower of
Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus. |
7:5 |
Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair
of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries. |
7:6 |
How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for
delights! |
7:7 |
This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy
breasts to clusters of grapes. |
7:8 |
I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take
hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine,
and the smell of thy nose like apples; |
7:9 |
And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for
my beloved, that goeth down sweetly,
causing the lips of those that are asleep
to speak. |
7:10 |
I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me. |
7:11 |
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field;
let us lodge in the villages. |
7:12 |
Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see
if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth:
there will I give thee my loves. |
7:13 |
The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are
all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved. |
8:1 |
O that thou wert as my brother, that sucked the
breasts of my mother! when I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; yea, I
should not be despised. |
8:2 |
I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother's
house, who would instruct me: I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine of the juice
of my pomegranate. |
8:3 |
His left hand should be under my head, and his
right hand should embrace me. |
8:4 |
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye
stir not up, nor awake my love, until he
[Note from Hudson Taylor: The pronoun here should not be 'he' as
in the King James Version, nor 'it' as in the American Standard Version, but 'she'.] please." |
Section 6 - Unrestrained
Communion
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~ Song of Solomon 8:5 - 14 ~
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- Blue text - the Bridegroom (Beloved) is speaking.
- Purple text - the bride (love) is speaking.
- Green text - the daughters of Jerusalem are speaking.
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8:5 |
"Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness,
leaning upon her beloved? I raised thee up under the apple tree: there thy mother
brought thee forth: there she brought thee forth that bare thee. |
8:6 |
Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon
thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals
thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame. |
8:7 |
Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the
floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it
would utterly be contemned. |
8:8 |
We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts:
what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for? |
8:9 |
If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace
of silver: and if she be a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar. |
8:10 |
I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was
I in his eyes as one that found favour. |
8:11 |
Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon; he let out
the vineyard unto keepers; every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand
pieces of silver. |
8:12 |
My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: thou,
O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred. |
8:13 |
Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions
hearken to thy voice: cause me to hear it. |
8:14 |
Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe
or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices." |
Appendix - The Daughters
of Jerusalem
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For more on "The Song
of Solomon",
read Judith Bronte's comments.
Union and Communion was typed by: Kathy Sewell
- May 20, 1997
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