Song of Solomon 5:9 "How is your beloved better than others, most beautiful of women? How is your beloved better than others, that you charge us so?"
So she dreams of her lover, and he comes to the door knocking. The way the girl describes it is that she had just bathed, and was rushing to the door. She wasn't ready for him. So he leaves. Not sure why. She gets "decent" and rushes to the city, looking for him. Instead of helping her, the watchmen, the people she supposedly was to trust, instead beat her and insulted her. This made her long for her lover even more.
She is asked, what makes this guy so special that you'd want us to relay a message to him?
Well, he's good looking. Firm, strong. Everything about the guy is perfect. Gold, chrysolite, ivory, sapphire, mounted jewels, beds of spice...these are the words that describe what makes him up. Her lover, her friend.
Saturday, September 05, 2009
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