Solomon had a vineyard at Baal–hamon; And hedged it round about, And digged a winepress in it, And built a tower, He let out the vineyard unto keepers; And went into a far country: And when the time of the fruit drew near, He sent his servants to the husbandmen, That they might receive theContinue reading “Song 8:11 |Pieces”
I am a wall, My family built a palace of silver on me. And my breasts like towers: Seen by all, Once they were small. Then was I in his eyes, What merciful sight, As one that found favour. Blessed are all those who fear him.
If she be a wall, Flat and two-dimensional, We will build upon her a palace of silver. With hands of love will we do. And if she be a door, Plain and unadorned, We will inclose her with boards of cedar. With hands of love will we do. This is the work of her family.
We have a little sister, A daughter of our mother, And she hath no breasts. Her beauty is eternal, Yet men look on the outward appearance. What shall we do for our sister, A joint heir with us, To comfort her as she waits? In the day when she shall be spoken for?