I am black, because of my iniquity, But comely, because you have looked on me. O ye sons of men, come listen to the daughters of Jerusalem sing. as the tents of Kedar, my corruption covers me, as the curtains of Solomon, I will make much of thee.
Draw me in with your game, We will run after thee like children. The king hath brought me to his throne room, Into his chambers I will hide. We will be glad in a day spent in your presence, and Rejoice in thee for spending time with us. We will remember thy love more thanContinue reading “Song 1.4 |Love (or snacks)”
We are bombarded with voices telling us what things are good for us and what things are harmful. Sometimes, those voices have our well-being at heart, and sometimes those voices have their profit in view.
Because of your work, The savour of your love, Thy good ointments soften my soul. Thy name is sweetness, it is As ointment poured forth. Therefore, do all look to you, and The virgins love thee.