The following are excerpts from The Song of Solomon. I'm using this text to speak about marriage and sex at the Corrections Center tomorrow night.
Her thoughts of him -
As an apricot tree stands out in the forest,
my lover stands above the young men in town.
All I want is to sit in his shade,
to taste and savor his delicious love.
He took me home with him for a festive meal,
but his eyes feasted on me!
my lover stands above the young men in town.
All I want is to sit in his shade,
to taste and savor his delicious love.
He took me home with him for a festive meal,
but his eyes feasted on me!
Oh! Give
me something refreshing to eat—and quickly!
Apricots, raisins—anything. I’m about to faint with love!
His left hand cradles my head,
and his right arm encircles my waist!
Apricots, raisins—anything. I’m about to faint with love!
His left hand cradles my head,
and his right arm encircles my waist!
Let him
kiss me with the kisses of his mouth—
for your love is more delightful than wine.
for your love is more delightful than wine.
His thoughts of her -
“You
are altogether beautiful, my darling,
and there is no blemish in you.
and there is no blemish in you.
“You have made my heart beat faster, my sister, my bride;
You have made my heart beat faster with a single glance of your eyes,
With a single strand of your necklace.
“How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride!
How much better is your love than wine,
And the fragrance of your oils
Than all kinds of spices!
“Your lips, my bride, drip honey;
Honey and milk are under your tongue,
You have made my heart beat faster with a single glance of your eyes,
With a single strand of your necklace.
“How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride!
How much better is your love than wine,
And the fragrance of your oils
Than all kinds of spices!
“Your lips, my bride, drip honey;
Honey and milk are under your tongue,
The
fragrance of your garments
is like the fragrance of the fields of Lebanon.
12 You are a garden locked up, my sister, my bride;
you are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain.
is like the fragrance of the fields of Lebanon.
12 You are a garden locked up, my sister, my bride;
you are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain.
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