We will run after you. Make us fleet of foot, Thee, easy to be found. Borders of your garden make hide and seek fun. Gold in sight, With mother-of-pearl in-lays, Studs of silver, piercing willing ears.
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.
Poems inspired by the Song of Songs.
Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices. Song 8:14 Dear Church and Friends, This is the last chapter in the Song of Solomon. I hope you have enjoyed these outlines. Please remember that they are free to you. Download them andContinue reading “Song of Solomon, Chapter 8”