Today's Scripture

Discussion in 'Spirituality/Worship' started by deecrossett, Oct 24, 2002.

  1. deecrossett

    deecrossett New Member

    Song of Solomon 5:2-6:3

    I slept, but my heart was awake.
    Hark! my beloved is knocking.
    "Open to me, my sister, my love,
    my dove, my perfect one;
    for my head is wet with dew,
    my locks with the drops of the night."
    I had put off my garment,
    how could I put it on?
    I had bathed my feet,
    how could I soil them?

    My beloved put his hand to the latch,
    and my heart was thrilled within me.
    I arose to open to my beloved,
    and my hands dripped with myrrh,
    my fingers with liquid myrrh,
    upon the handles of the bolt.
    I opened to my beloved,
    but my beloved had turned and gone.
    My soul failed me when he spoke.
    I sought him, but found him not;
    I called him, but he gave no answer.

    The watchmen found me,
    as they went about in the city;
    they beat me, they wounded me,
    they took away my mantle,
    those watchmen of the walls.
    I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
    if you find my beloved,
    that you tell him
    I am sick with love.
    What is your beloved more than another beloved,
    O fairest among women?
    What is your beloved more than another beloved,
    that you thus adjure us?

    My beloved is all radiant and ruddy,
    distinguished among ten thousand.
    His head is the finest gold;
    his locks are wavy,
    black as a raven.
    His eyes are like doves
    beside springs of water,
    bathed in milk,
    fitly set.
    His cheeks are like beds of spices,
    yielding fragrance.
    His lips are lilies,
    distilling liquid myrrh.
    His arms are rounded gold,
    set with jewels.
    His body is ivory work,
    encrusted with sapphires.

    His legs are alabaster columns,
    set upon bases of gold.
    His appearance is like Lebanon,
    choice as the cedars.
    His speech is most sweet,
    and he is altogether desirable.
    This is my beloved and this is my friend,
    O daughters of Jerusalem.

    Whither has your beloved gone,
    O fairest among women?
    Whither has your beloved turned,
    that we may seek him with you?
    My beloved has gone down to his garden,
    to the beds of spices,
    to pasture his flock in the gardens,
    and to gather lilies.
    I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine;
    he pastures his flock among the lilies.

  2. Ihop811

    Ihop811 New Member

    That was so pretty. The love stories of the Bible always make me think of Shakespear. You are so faithful in writing your scriptures here. Many people get frustrated and don't continue writing if they don't get any response. You do a really good thing here. Please know that I read them, even if I don't respond much. God will bless you for your good works for Him.

    Take care & God Bless,
  3. Kim

    Kim New Member

    Praise God for this message board. There are so many of us who are hurting and some of the other support board become too harsh at times. My husband is away and he is such a fine man of God....this scripture makes me thank God for bringing him to me at a time I never thought I would ever find a Christian husband.
  4. CJ-Tex

    CJ-Tex New Member

    It speaks to me of my love for Christ. What greater love is there than what He has for us? None my friends, none.

    Walking in faith makes things all right with me,
    C J