- 9
- You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride;
you have ravished my heart with one glance of your eyes,
with one bead of your necklace. - 10
- How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride,
how much more delightful is your love than wine,
and the fragrance of your ointments than all spices! - 11
- Your lips drip honey, my bride,
sweetmeats and milk are under your tongue;
And the fragrance of your garments
is the fragrance of Lebanon. - 12
- You are an enclosed garden, my sister, my bride,
an enclosed garden, a fountain sealed. - 13
- You are a park that puts forth pomegranates,
with all choice fruits; - 14
- Nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon,
with all kinds of incense;
Myrrh and aloes,
with all the finest spices. - 15
- You are a garden fountain, a well of water
flowing fresh from Lebanon.
Suzanne DeWitt Hall's blog highlighting the idea of a theology of desire, featuring the writing of great minds along with her own humble efforts at exploring the hunger for God. (Note: Most of this blog was written under Suzanne's nom de couer "Eva Korban David".)
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Song 4:9-15
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