Song of Solomon 7
About Song of SolomonWritten by AI
The Song of Solomon, also called the Song of Songs, is a collection of love poetry. A woman and a man, often called the bride and the bridegroom, delight in each other, long for each other, and speak their love openly, with friends and the daughters of Jerusalem joining in. Its title links it to Solomon, around 950 BC. Whether he wrote it, or it was written about him or dedicated to him, is debated.
There is no clear plot. The poems move between longing and finding, separation and reunion, in rich images of gardens, vineyards, spices and springtime. Speakers change without warning, so it helps to watch who is talking.
Christians have read the Song in two main ways: as a celebration of love and desire within marriage, a good gift from God, and as a picture of God's love for His people, or Christ's love for the church. Many hold both together. Watch for the repeated refrain urging patience, and for the climax: “love is as strong as death.”
Before you read Song of Solomon 7Written by AI
He praises her beauty from head to toe, in images of palm trees, wine and fruit. The language is warm and frank, and it treats the delight of married love as a good thing. Then she answers, inviting him out to the countryside and the vineyards, where she will give him her love.
Admiration by the Bridegroom
How beautiful are your sandaled feet,
O daughter of the prince!
The curves of your thighs are like jewels,
the handiwork of a master.
Your navel is a rounded goblet;
it never lacks blended wine.
Your waist is a mound of wheat
encircled by the lilies.
Your breasts are like two fawns,
twins of a gazelle.
Your neck is like a tower
made of ivory;
your eyes are like the pools of Heshbon
by the gate of Bath-rabbim;
your nose is like the tower of Lebanon,
facing toward Damascus.
Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel,
the hair of your head like purple threads;
the king is captured in your tresses.
How fair and pleasant you are,
O love, with your delights!
Your stature is like a palm tree;
your breasts are clusters of fruit.
I said, “I will climb the palm tree;
I will take hold of its fruit.”
May your breasts be like clusters of the vine,
the fragrance of your breath like apples,
The Bride
and your mouth like the finest wine.
May it flow smoothly to my beloved,
gliding gently over lips and teeth.
I belong to my beloved,
and his desire is for me.
Come, my beloved,
let us go to the countryside;
let us spend the night among the wildflowers.
Let us go early to the vineyards
to see if the vine has budded,
if the blossom has opened,
if the pomegranates are in bloom—
there I will give you my love.
The mandrakes send forth a fragrance,
and at our door is every delicacy,
new as well as old,
that I have treasured up for you, my beloved.