Song of Songs
Like a lily among the thorns,
I found love among the daughters.
Like an apple tree within the wood,
You stand beside still waters.
Sit in the shade with sweet delight,
Your fruit is sweet to taste.
Bring me to the banquet house,
Let there be no haste.
The beams of our house are cedar,
Our bed is clothed in green,
You are the Rose of Sharon,
You are my precious Queen.
His banner over me was love,
His hand around embraces.
But love cannot awaken,
Those till whom it pleases.
You are fair to me my love,
Your face behind the veil.
Your lips a strand of scarlet.
Behold, my love won't fail,
Your breasts are clusters of the vine,
Your desire is for me,
Your breath tastes like sweet wine,
My love for you is free.
Till day breaks and shadows flee,
Till snow goes and winter's past,
Touch my love and turn to me,
Find shelter from the stormy blast.
Like a spring shut up, a fountain sealed,
Like lilies that wither without song,
I reached out to touch my love,
But found that he was gone.
From the Song of Solomon.
Copyright © elizabeth wesley | Year Posted 2011