Behold his bed, his place of rest, Which is Solomon’s, of wisdom blessed. Threescore and ten, and maybe more, Valiant men are about it, and yet it ends. Of the valiant sing our song, Of Israel, of Zion, and heavenly shores.
Who is this that calls me? Cometh out of the wilderness and leads me to oasis, Like pillars of smoke which led Israel. Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, Like the incense at the altar, With all powders of the merchant?
I charge you to avoid foolishness, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, citizens of heavenly Zion. By the roes who flee from the lion, And by the hinds of the field, that run form the bear; That ye stir not up your passions, Nor awake my love to judgment, Till he please.
It was but a little that strength failed me, I passed from them, faint and weak, But I found him whom honors my poverty. My soul loveth my great King I held him, he did not resist, And would not let him go even if he wanted to. Until I had brought him to theContinue reading “Song 3.4 |Embrace”