| Monday, February 13, 2006 |
| ON VALENTINE'S DAY......OF MARRIED LOVE |
SONG OF SONGS (1:1-1:6)
The most beautiful of songs, by Solomon
The Woman
Your lipes cover me with kisses;
yourlove is better than mine.
There is frangrance about you;
the sound of your name
recalls it.
No womam could keep from
Loving you.
Take me with you, and we'll run
away;
by my king and takeme to your
room.
We will be happy together,
drink deep, and lose ourselves in
love.
No wonder all women love
You!
Women of Jerusalem, I am dark
but beautiful,
dark as teh desert tents of
Kadar,
but beautiful as the draperies in
Solomon's palace.
Don't look down on me of
My color,
because the sun has tanned me.
My brothers were angry with me
and made me work in the
vineyard.
I had no time to care for myself.
SONG OF SONGS (1:7-2:7)
The Man
Tell me, my love
Where will you lead your flock
to graze?
Where will they rest from the
noonday sun?
Why should I need to look for you
among the flocks of the other
sheperds?
Don't you know the place,
loveliest of women?
Go and follow the flock;
find pasture for your goats
near the tents of the shepherds.
You, my love, excite men
as a mare excites the stallions of
Pharoah's chariots.
Your hair is beautiful upon your
cheeks
and falls along your neck like
jewels.
But we will make for you a chain
of gold
with ornaments of silver.
The Woman
My king was lying on his couch,
and my perfume filled the air
with fragrance.
My lover has the scent of myrrh
as he lies upon my breasts.
My lvoer is like the wild flowers
that bloom in the vineyards at
Engerdi.
The Man
How beautiful you are, my love;
how your eyes shine with love!
The Woman
How handsome you are, my
dearest;
how you delight me!
The green grass will be our bed;
the cedars will be the beams of
our house.
And the cypress trees the ceiling.
I am only a wild flower in the Sharon,
a lily in amountain valley.
The Man
Like a lily among the thorns
is my darling among women.
The Woman
Like an apple tree among the trees
of the forest
so is my dearest compared to
other men.
I love to sit in its shadow,
and its fruit is sweet to my taste.
He brought me to his banquet hall
and raised the banner of love
over me.
Restore my strength with raisins
and refresh me with apples!
I am weak from passion.
He left hand is under my head,
and his right hand caresses me.
Promise me, women of Jerusalem;
swear by the swift deer and the
gazelles
that you will not interrupt our
Love. |
| posted by infraternam meam @ 1:26 AM |
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Name: infraternam meam
Home: Chicago, United States
About Me: I am now at the prime of my life
and have been married for the past 25 years.
Sickly at times, but wants to see the elixir vita,
so that I will be able to see my grandchildren from my two boys.
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