Sunday, March 27, 2011

Song of Songs of Solomon







Fly Leaf
Lacey Nicole "Moesly" Strum
and sad painting
( sadness -a fashion hard to pose, but may be painted like drug addictor)



For a few days, I have constantly receiving vision. They are so vivid , as it's from Jonah, my cat that had been killed.

A fully naked woman jumped into a spa , a man  lustfully pulled her close;

In a room , a woman raised her arse in a yoga pose, a weird porn;

A young girl took of her underwear pant, I'm not sure if it's a G string, but she looked very fair like corpse;

A girl with long curly hair, rushed out on the balcony with other girls, 3 of them, where they saw airplane took off. It's near the airport, among them a naked handsome boy. There's a bed inside room, they were on a sex party.

A man is frowning , scared of being striped off as naked truth. The first time he took his hat off on a face saving situation with blue cloth. But if anyone doesn't really mind it, I would like to strip them off a second time, as truelly naked truth . Why we have to be merciful over all these blood shelling selfishness, when trade advantage for sex pleasure, and try to gain favour with the same.- a Duck !

(trade of solomon)

As in the winter, they took away clothes from the poor, and loaded bullet in the gun. Now the girls still trying to show off "leniency" without taking our lives. She claimed herself a herbal to contribute more delicacies . Actually, they tried to behead John , and arranged Amadeus and Salieri , education in heated oil pot, where they tried to exhaust John with overloaded singing . Sutherland was killed a second time since her fall and left some legacy to Albury. But the warlord Elvis would save John.  Fuckers were lame.

Listen to the girl's voice for a second time, as I consciously stripe her off to avoid a third victim. A song that about herself as tearing virgin. Scared on, god knows how she's not scared off like a true virgin. She robbed clothes from John, a good tailor, with assistance of Rahim's machine gun and EWB .

A child laughting so heartedly, where this sad voice from ? - a crying virgin?  Let's just count honestly the blood in her hand, as naked truth.

It you would like me to seriously comment the music? An immitation from another singer's style, combined with clothes from a tailor brand, a fashionable sadness , bring you freshness. But you never get what it really is. All you do is like a watcher. You have a conscious the girl is somehow sad, but you cannot be really carried away, and it doesn't connect. You don't know what sadness it is. It's confusing.

Over brightened colour in C major showed kind of incoherent positiviness with sacrifice of lower b and a. People cannot hear a minor but over positively brighten C major with confusing sadness in the voice. Lyric as close as evil prophecy, however whole colour is obscurely brightened. Only freshness robbed from various elements remained.

Expression that's not within the music itself. That she sought fashionable sadness from outside the music, like T-stage cat-walker putting a street clothes to market a story to sell, rather than show the street story itself straight. A theme of darker nature really needs key in  f minor , - A flat major scheme. When we take off such 'sentimental clothes', I can sense a solemn theme. The ability to communicate between musician is such a secret, is exactly what a lying girl weeping about.

She had not learnt the song of songs. As it's not what boiling oil can burn.

But we have to add up one thing. She has good pitch, that's all. That we can learn. She has physical gift, but in the other hand, you can never tell a voice is excellence enough without sense. You can neither tell a certain type of voice alone is of first choice. Of course , non-sense are the common phenomenon to produce contemprary art ... we might have a laugh.

Haha, who said sadness is fashion, we will compose laughes, laughes of shallow gay. Who said virgin is the fashion, we will compose slut and womaniser. Who said god is the fashion, we will compose witch and rite.Fashion is simply something in our hand that does not need over marketing. Everything needs a good tailor. And anything can be the material. Don't get trapped again !


Conclusion:

Out of all plans , we should have enough prudence and self protection. Or the right information cannot delivered, but the wrong information was provided. We cannot use anyone that cannot stand firm, and vulnarable in whatever the way. One never has to be forced into sex in exchange for favour, as all reliable helps are never from desire but faith. There should never be any "imagination" of someone's true capacity of faith, neither should we demand anything that's not originally there.

The relationship between man and woman has never been as precious and faithful as true friendship. If there's nothing special, we'd better admit and not to trap each other. And the most important, do not lose the most faithful people around all the time. When it's over, admit the fact, and nature and quality, put it just where it is. It's never a precious relationship should be. If it's a timely clothes for life saving, then admit it, don't get trapped but let go as time pass by. Jonah has saved me with her blood. If troubled today, there will be tomorrow. The right position and lenience means teaching a child, but a child is no more than who really is. Never worried about deficiency without sexual favour, as it's never been an advantage.

Demand and manage 100% for  a must-be result. As far as full control cencerned, the one who's not suitable for a major position should go out. Or it's threatening and scary. I cannot use any personal imagination to put anyone else under security danger like Mcgurk (Michael) . I do that, as example to people, to wipe your eyes, so as for better protection. Please only forward false information to disqualified person.

At this time, we will realise how important is the real bond of friends, and how lucky it is to connect people of 100%. so boys, please do not feel sad about girls, keep something more precious, and trime yourself. As we should not worried about something without faith itself,- it cannot be asked. But we are to pull it through and come out.




The Holy Bible

The Parables of the Mustard Seed and the Yeast
 18 Then Jesus asked, “What is the kingdom of God like? What shall I compare it to? 19 It is like a mustard seed, which a man took and planted in his garden. It grew and became a tree, and the birds perched in its branches.”
 20 Again he asked, “What shall I compare the kingdom of God to? 21 It is like yeast that a woman took and mixed into about sixty pounds[a] of flour until it worked all through the dough.”

Ezekiel 23

Two Adulterous Sisters
 1 The word of the LORD came to me: 2 “Son of man, there were two women, daughters of the same mother. 3 They became prostitutes in Egypt, engaging in prostitution from their youth. In that land their breasts were fondled and their virgin bosoms caressed. 4 The older was named Oholah, and her sister was Oholibah. They were mine and gave birth to sons and daughters. Oholah is Samaria, and Oholibah is Jerusalem.
 5 “Oholah engaged in prostitution while she was still mine; and she lusted after her lovers, the Assyrians—warriors 6 clothed in blue, governors and commanders, all of them handsome young men, and mounted horsemen. 7 She gave herself as a prostitute to all the elite of the Assyrians and defiled herself with all the idols of everyone she lusted after. 8 She did not give up the prostitution she began in Egypt, when during her youth men slept with her, caressed her virgin bosom and poured out their lust on her.
 9 “Therefore I delivered her into the hands of her lovers, the Assyrians, for whom she lusted. 10 They stripped her naked, took away her sons and daughters and killed her with the sword. She became a byword among women, and punishment was inflicted on her.
 11 “Her sister Oholibah saw this, yet in her lust and prostitution she was more depraved than her sister. 12 She too lusted after the Assyrians—governors and commanders, warriors in full dress, mounted horsemen, all handsome young men. 13 I saw that she too defiled herself; both of them went the same way.
 14 “But she carried her prostitution still further. She saw men portrayed on a wall, figures of Chaldeans[a] portrayed in red, 15 with belts around their waists and flowing turbans on their heads; all of them looked like Babylonian chariot officers, natives of Chaldea.[b] 16 As soon as she saw them, she lusted after them and sent messengers to them in Chaldea. 17 Then the Babylonians came to her, to the bed of love, and in their lust they defiled her. After she had been defiled by them, she turned away from them in disgust. 18 When she carried on her prostitution openly and exposed her naked body, I turned away from her in disgust, just as I had turned away from her sister. 19 Yet she became more and more promiscuous as she recalled the days of her youth, when she was a prostitute in Egypt. 20 There she lusted after her lovers, whose genitals were like those of donkeys and whose emission was like that of horses. 21 So you longed for the lewdness of your youth, when in Egypt your bosom was caressed and your young breasts fondled.[c]


Isaiah 57

1 The righteous perish,
   and no one takes it to heart;
the devout are taken away,
   and no one understands
that the righteous are taken away
   to be spared from evil.
2 Those who walk uprightly
   enter into peace;
   they find rest as they lie in death.
 3 “But you—come here, you children of a sorceress,
   you offspring of adulterers and prostitutes!
4 Who are you mocking?
   At whom do you sneer
   and stick out your tongue?
Are you not a brood of rebels,
   the offspring of liars?
5 You burn with lust among the oaks
   and under every spreading tree;
you sacrifice your children in the ravines
   and under the overhanging crags.
6 The idols among the smooth stones of the ravines are your portion;
   indeed, they are your lot.
Yes, to them you have poured out drink offerings
   and offered grain offerings.
   In view of all this, should I relent?
7 You have made your bed on a high and lofty hill;
   there you went up to offer your sacrifices.
8 Behind your doors and your doorposts
   you have put your pagan symbols.
Forsaking me, you uncovered your bed,
   you climbed into it and opened it wide;
you made a pact with those whose beds you love,
   and you looked with lust on their naked bodies.
9 You went to Molek[a] with olive oil
   and increased your perfumes.
You sent your ambassadors[b] far away;
   you descended to the very realm of the dead!
10 You wearied yourself by such going about,
   but you would not say, ‘It is hopeless.’
You found renewal of your strength,
   and so you did not faint.
 11 “Whom have you so dreaded and feared
   that you have not been true to me,
and have neither remembered me
   nor taken this to heart?
Is it not because I have long been silent
   that you do not fear me?
12 I will expose your righteousness and your works,
   and they will not benefit you.
13 When you cry out for help,
   let your collection of idols save you!
The wind will carry all of them off,
   a mere breath will blow them away.
But whoever takes refuge in me
   will inherit the land
   and possess my holy mountain.”

Comfort for the Contrite
 14 And it will be said:
   “Build up, build up, prepare the road!
   Remove the obstacles out of the way of my people.”
15 For this is what the high and exalted One says—
   he who lives forever, whose name is holy:
“I live in a high and holy place,
   but also with the one who is contrite and lowly in spirit,
to revive the spirit of the lowly
   and to revive the heart of the contrite.
16 I will not accuse them forever,
   nor will I always be angry,
for then they would faint away because of me—
   the very people I have created.
17 I was enraged by their sinful greed;
   I punished them, and hid my face in anger,
   yet they kept on in their willful ways.
18 I have seen their ways, but I will heal them;
   I will guide them and restore comfort to Israel’s mourners,
 19 creating praise on their lips.
Peace, peace, to those far and near,”
   says the LORD. “And I will heal them.”
20 But the wicked are like the tossing sea,
   which cannot rest,
   whose waves cast up mire and mud.
21 “There is no peace,” says my God, “for the wicked.”


Proverbs 25

More Proverbs of Solomon
1These are more proverbs of Solomon, copied by the men of Hezekiah king of Judah:
2It is the glory of God to conceal a matter;
to search out a matter is the glory of kings.
3As the heavens are high and the earth is deep,
so the hearts of kings are unsearchable.
4Remove the dross from the silver,
and out comes material fora the silversmith;
5remove the wicked from the king’s presence,
and his throne will be established through righteousness.
6Do not exalt yourself in the king’s presence,
and do not claim a place among great men;
7it is better for him to say to you, “Come up here,”
than for him to humiliate you before a nobleman.
What you have seen with your eyes
8do not bringb hastily to court,
for what will you do in the end
if your neighbor puts you to shame?
9If you argue your case with a neighbor,
do not betray another man’s confidence,
10or he who hears it may shame you
and you will never lose your bad reputation.
11A word aptly spoken
is like apples of gold in settings of silver.
12Like an earring of gold or an ornament of fine gold
is a wise man’s rebuke to a listening ear.
13Like the coolness of snow at harvest time
is a trustworthy messenger to those who send him;
he refreshes the spirit of his masters.
14Like clouds and wind without rain
is a man who boasts of gifts he does not give.
15Through patience a ruler can be persuaded,
and a gentle tongue can break a bone.
16If you find honey, eat just enough—
too much of it, and you will vomit.
17Seldom set foot in your neighbor’s house—
too much of you, and he will hate you.
18Like a club or a sword or a sharp arrow
is the man who gives false testimony against his neighbor.
19Like a bad tooth or a lame foot
is reliance on the unfaithful in times of trouble.
20Like one who takes away a garment on a cold day,
or like vinegar poured on soda,
is one who sings songs to a heavy heart.
21If your enemy is hungry, give him food to eat;
if he is thirsty, give him water to drink.
22In doing this, you will heap burning coals on his head,
and the Lord will reward you.
23As a north wind brings rain,
so a sly tongue brings angry looks.
24Better to live on a corner of the roof
than share a house with a quarrelsome wife.
25Like cold water to a weary soul
is good news from a distant land.
26Like a muddied spring or a polluted well
is a righteous man who gives way to the wicked.
27It is not good to eat too much honey,
nor is it honorable to seek one’s own honor.
28Like a city whose walls are broken down
is a man who lacks self-control.

Proverbs 26

 1 Like snow in summer or rain in harvest,
   honor is not fitting for a fool.
2 Like a fluttering sparrow or a darting swallow,
   an undeserved curse does not come to rest.
3 A whip for the horse, a bridle for the donkey,
   and a rod for the backs of fools!
4 Do not answer a fool according to his folly,
   or you yourself will be just like him.
5 Answer a fool according to his folly,
   or he will be wise in his own eyes.
6 Sending a message by the hands of a fool
   is like cutting off one’s feet or drinking poison.
7 Like the useless legs of one who is lame
   is a proverb in the mouth of a fool.
8 Like tying a stone in a sling
   is the giving of honor to a fool.
9 Like a thornbush in a drunkard’s hand
   is a proverb in the mouth of a fool.
10 Like an archer who wounds at random
   is one who hires a fool or any passer-by.
11 As a dog returns to its vomit,
   so fools repeat their folly.
12 Do you see a person wise in their own eyes?
   There is more hope for a fool than for them.
 13 A sluggard says, “There’s a lion in the road,
   a fierce lion roaming the streets!”
14 As a door turns on its hinges,
   so a sluggard turns on his bed.
15 A sluggard buries his hand in the dish;
   he is too lazy to bring it back to his mouth.
16 A sluggard is wiser in his own eyes
   than seven people who answer discreetly.
 17 Like one who grabs a stray dog by the ears
   is someone who rushes into a quarrel not their own.
 18 Like a maniac shooting
   flaming arrows of death
19 is one who deceives their neighbor
   and says, “I was only joking!”
 20 Without wood a fire goes out;
   without a gossip a quarrel dies down.
21 As charcoal to embers and as wood to fire,
   so is a quarrelsome person for kindling strife.
22 The words of a gossip are like choice morsels;
   they go down to the inmost parts.
 23 Like a coating of silver dross on earthenware
   are fervent[a] lips with an evil heart.
24 Enemies disguise themselves with their lips,
   but in their hearts they harbor deceit.
25 Though their speech is charming, do not believe them,
   for seven abominations fill their hearts.
26 Their malice may be concealed by deception,
   but their wickedness will be exposed in the assembly.
27 Whoever digs a pit will fall into it;
   if someone rolls a stone, it will roll back on them.
28 A lying tongue hates those it hurts,
   and a flattering mouth works ruin.



Song of Solomon 1

 1 Solomon’s Song of Songs.
   She[a]
 2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth—
   for your love is more delightful than wine.
3 Pleasing is the fragrance of your perfumes;
   your name is like perfume poured out.
   No wonder the young women love you!
4 Take me away with you—let us hurry!
   Let the king bring me into his chambers.
   Friends
   We rejoice and delight in you[b];
   we will praise your love more than wine.
   She
   How right they are to adore you!
 5 Dark am I, yet lovely,
   daughters of Jerusalem,
dark like the tents of Kedar,
   like the tent curtains of Solomon.[c]
6 Do not stare at me because I am dark,
   because I am darkened by the sun.
My mother’s sons were angry with me
   and made me take care of the vineyards;
   my own vineyard I had to neglect.
7 Tell me, you whom I love,
   where you graze your flock
   and where you rest your sheep at midday.
Why should I be like a veiled woman
   beside the flocks of your friends?
   Friends
 8 If you do not know, most beautiful of women,
   follow the tracks of the sheep
and graze your young goats
   by the tents of the shepherds.
   He
 9 I liken you, my darling, to a mare
   among Pharaoh’s chariot horses.
10 Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings,
   your neck with strings of jewels.
11 We will make you earrings of gold,
   studded with silver.
   She
 12 While the king was at his table,
   my perfume spread its fragrance.
13 My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh
   resting between my breasts.
14 My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms
   from the vineyards of En Gedi.
   He
 15 How beautiful you are, my darling!
   Oh, how beautiful!
   Your eyes are doves.
   She
 16 How handsome you are, my beloved!
   Oh, how charming!
   And our bed is verdant.
   He
 17 The beams of our house are cedars;
   our rafters are firs.

Song of Solomon 2

   She[a]
 1 I am a rose[b] of Sharon,
   a lily of the valleys.
   He
 2 Like a lily among thorns
   is my darling among the young women.
   She
 3 Like an apple[c] tree among the trees of the forest
   is my beloved among the young men.
I delight to sit in his shade,
   and his fruit is sweet to my taste.
4 Let him lead me to the banquet hall,
   and let his banner over me be love.
5 Strengthen me with raisins,
   refresh me with apples,
   for I am faint with love.
6 His left arm is under my head,
   and his right arm embraces me.
7 Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you
   by the gazelles and by the does of the field:
Do not arouse or awaken love
   until it so desires.
 8 Listen! My beloved!
   Look! Here he comes,
leaping across the mountains,
   bounding over the hills.
9 My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag.
   Look! There he stands behind our wall,
gazing through the windows,
   peering through the lattice.
10 My beloved spoke and said to me,
   “Arise, my darling,
   my beautiful one, come with me.
11 See! The winter is past;
   the rains are over and gone.
12 Flowers appear on the earth;
   the season of singing has come,
the cooing of doves
   is heard in our land.
13 The fig tree forms its early fruit;
   the blossoming vines spread their fragrance.
Arise, come, my darling;
   my beautiful one, come with me.”
   He
 14 My dove in the clefts of the rock,
   in the hiding places on the mountainside,
show me your face,
   let me hear your voice;
for your voice is sweet,
   and your face is lovely.
15 Catch for us the foxes,
   the little foxes
that ruin the vineyards,
   our vineyards that are in bloom.
   She
 16 My beloved is mine and I am his;
   he browses among the lilies.
17 Until the day breaks
   and the shadows flee,
turn, my beloved,
   and be like a gazelle
or like a young stag
   on the rugged hills.[d]

Song of Solomon 3

 1 All night long on my bed
   I looked for the one my heart loves;
   I looked for him but did not find him.
2 I will get up now and go about the city,
   through its streets and squares;
I will search for the one my heart loves.
   So I looked for him but did not find him.
3 The watchmen found me
   as they made their rounds in the city.
   “Have you seen the one my heart loves?”
4 Scarcely had I passed them
   when I found the one my heart loves.
I held him and would not let him go
   till I had brought him to my mother’s house,
   to the room of the one who conceived me.
5 Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you
   by the gazelles and by the does of the field:
Do not arouse or awaken love
   until it so desires.
 6 Who is this coming up from the wilderness
   like a column of smoke,
perfumed with myrrh and incense
   made from all the spices of the merchant?
7 Look! It is Solomon’s carriage,
   escorted by sixty warriors,
   the noblest of Israel,
8 all of them wearing the sword,
   all experienced in battle,
each with his sword at his side,
   prepared for the terrors of the night.
9 King Solomon made for himself the carriage;
   he made it of wood from Lebanon.
10 Its posts he made of silver,
   its base of gold.
Its seat was upholstered with purple,
   its interior inlaid with love.
Daughters of Jerusalem, 11 come out,
   and look, you daughters of Zion.
Look[a] on King Solomon wearing a crown,
   the crown with which his mother crowned him
on the day of his wedding,
   the day his heart rejoiced.

Song of Solomon 4

   He
 1 How beautiful you are, my darling!
   Oh, how beautiful!
   Your eyes behind your veil are doves.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
   descending from the hills of Gilead.
2 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep just shorn,
   coming up from the washing.
Each has its twin;
   not one of them is alone.
3 Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon;
   your mouth is lovely.
Your temples behind your veil
   are like the halves of a pomegranate.
4 Your neck is like the tower of David,
   built with courses of stone[a];
on it hang a thousand shields,
   all of them shields of warriors.
5 Your breasts are like two fawns,
   like twin fawns of a gazelle
   that browse among the lilies.
6 Until the day breaks
   and the shadows flee,
I will go to the mountain of myrrh
   and to the hill of incense.
7 You are altogether beautiful, my darling;
   there is no flaw in you.
 8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,
   come with me from Lebanon.
Descend from the crest of Amana,
   from the top of Senir, the summit of Hermon,
from the lions’ dens
   and the mountain haunts of leopards.
9 You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride;
   you have stolen my heart
with one glance of your eyes,
   with one jewel of your necklace.
10 How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride!
   How much more pleasing is your love than wine,
and the fragrance of your perfume
   more than any spice!
11 Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my bride;
   milk and honey are under your tongue.
The fragrance of your garments
   is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
12 You are a garden locked up, my sister, my bride;
   you are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain.
13 Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates
   with choice fruits,
   with henna and nard,
 14 nard and saffron,
   calamus and cinnamon,
   with every kind of incense tree,
   with myrrh and aloes
   and all the finest spices.
15 You are[b] a garden fountain,
   a well of flowing water
   streaming down from Lebanon.
   She
 16 Awake, north wind,
   and come, south wind!
Blow on my garden,
   that its fragrance may spread everywhere.
Let my beloved come into his garden
   and taste its choice fruits.

Song of Solomon 5

   He
 1 I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride;
   I have gathered my myrrh with my spice.
I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey;
   I have drunk my wine and my milk.
   Friends
   Eat, friends, and drink;
   drink your fill of love.
   She
 2 I slept but my heart was awake.
   Listen! My beloved is knocking:
“Open to me, my sister, my darling,
   my dove, my flawless one.
My head is drenched with dew,
   my hair with the dampness of the night.”
3 I have taken off my robe—
   must I put it on again?
I have washed my feet—
   must I soil them again?
4 My beloved thrust his hand through the latch-opening;
   my heart began to pound for him.
5 I arose to open for my beloved,
   and my hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with flowing myrrh,
   on the handles of the bolt.
6 I opened for my beloved,
   but my beloved had left; he was gone.
   My heart sank at his departure.[a]
I looked for him but did not find him.
   I called him but he did not answer.
7 The watchmen found me
   as they made their rounds in the city.
They beat me, they bruised me;
   they took away my cloak,
   those watchmen of the walls!
8 Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you—
   if you find my beloved,
what will you tell him?
   Tell him I am faint with love.
   Friends
 9 How is your beloved better than others,
   most beautiful of women?
How is your beloved better than others,
   that you so charge us?
   She
 10 My beloved is radiant and ruddy,
   outstanding among ten thousand.
11 His head is purest gold;
   his hair is wavy
   and black as a raven.
12 His eyes are like doves
   by the water streams,
washed in milk,
   mounted like jewels.
13 His cheeks are like beds of spice
   yielding perfume.
His lips are like lilies
   dripping with myrrh.
14 His arms are rods of gold
   set with topaz.
His body is like polished ivory
   decorated with lapis lazuli.
15 His legs are pillars of marble
   set on bases of pure gold.
His appearance is like Lebanon,
   choice as its cedars.
16 His mouth is sweetness itself;
   he is altogether lovely.
This is my beloved, this is my friend,
   daughters of Jerusalem.

Song of Solomon 6

   Friends
 1 Where has your beloved gone,
   most beautiful of women?
Which way did your beloved turn,
   that we may look for him with you?
   She
 2 My beloved has gone down to his garden,
   to the beds of spices,
to browse in the gardens
   and to gather lilies.
3 I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine;
   he browses among the lilies.
   He
 4 You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling,
   as lovely as Jerusalem,
   as majestic as troops with banners.
5 Turn your eyes from me;
   they overwhelm me.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
   descending from Gilead.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep
   coming up from the washing.
Each has its twin,
   not one of them is missing.
7 Your temples behind your veil
   are like the halves of a pomegranate.
8 Sixty queens there may be,
   and eighty concubines,
   and virgins beyond number;
9 but my dove, my perfect one, is unique,
   the only daughter of her mother,
   the favorite of the one who bore her.
The young women saw her and called her blessed;
   the queens and concubines praised her.
   Friends
 10 Who is this that appears like the dawn,
   fair as the moon, bright as the sun,
   majestic as the stars in procession?
   He
 11 I went down to the grove of nut trees
   to look at the new growth in the valley,
to see if the vines had budded
   or the pomegranates were in bloom.
12 Before I realized it,
   my desire set me among the royal chariots of my people.[a]
   Friends
 13 Come back, come back, O Shulammite;
   come back, come back, that we may gaze on you!
   He
   Why would you gaze on the Shulammite
   as on the dance of Mahanaim?[b]

Song of Solomon 7

 1 [a]How beautiful your sandaled feet,
   O prince’s daughter!
Your graceful legs are like jewels,
   the work of an artist’s hands.
2 Your navel is a rounded goblet
   that never lacks blended wine.
Your waist is a mound of wheat
   encircled by lilies.
3 Your breasts are like two fawns,
   like twin fawns of a gazelle.
4 Your neck is like an ivory tower.
Your eyes are the pools of Heshbon
   by the gate of Bath Rabbim.
Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon
   looking toward Damascus.
5 Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel.
   Your hair is like royal tapestry;
   the king is held captive by its tresses.
6 How beautiful you are and how pleasing,
   my love, with your delights!
7 Your stature is like that of the palm,
   and your breasts like clusters of fruit.
8 I said, “I will climb the palm tree;
   I will take hold of its fruit.”
May your breasts be like clusters of grapes on the vine,
   the fragrance of your breath like apples,
 9 and your mouth like the best wine.
   She
   May the wine go straight to my beloved,
   flowing gently over lips and teeth.[b]
10 I belong to my beloved,
   and his desire is for me.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside,
   let us spend the night in the villages.[c]
12 Let us go early to the vineyards
   to see if the vines have budded,
if their blossoms have opened,
   and if the pomegranates are in bloom—
   there I will give you my love.
13 The mandrakes send out their fragrance,
   and at our door is every delicacy,
both new and old,
   that I have stored up for you, my beloved.

Song of Solomon 8

 1 If only you were to me like a brother,
   who was nursed at my mother’s breasts!
Then, if I found you outside,
   I would kiss you,
   and no one would despise me.
2 I would lead you
   and bring you to my mother’s house—
   she who has taught me.
I would give you spiced wine to drink,
   the nectar of my pomegranates.
3 His left arm is under my head
   and his right arm embraces me.
4 Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you:
   Do not arouse or awaken love
   until it so desires.
   Friends
 5 Who is this coming up from the wilderness
   leaning on her beloved?
   She
   Under the apple tree I roused you;
   there your mother conceived you,
   there she who was in labor gave you birth.
6 Place me like a seal over your heart,
   like a seal on your arm;
for love is as strong as death,
   its jealousy[a] unyielding as the grave.
It burns like blazing fire,
   like a mighty flame.[b]
7 Many waters cannot quench love;
   rivers cannot sweep it away.
If one were to give
   all the wealth of one’s house for love,
   it[c] would be utterly scorned.
   Friends
 8 We have a little sister,
   and her breasts are not yet grown.
What shall we do for our sister
   on the day she is spoken for?
9 If she is a wall,
   we will build towers of silver on her.
If she is a door,
   we will enclose her with panels of cedar.
   She
 10 I am a wall,
   and my breasts are like towers.
Thus I have become in his eyes
   like one bringing contentment.
11 Solomon had a vineyard in Baal Hamon;
   he let out his vineyard to tenants.
Each was to bring for its fruit
   a thousand shekels[d] of silver.
12 But my own vineyard is mine to give;
   the thousand shekels are for you, Solomon,
   and two hundred[e] are for those who tend its fruit.
   He
 13 You who dwell in the gardens
   with friends in attendance,
   let me hear your voice!
   She
 14 Come away, my beloved,
   and be like a gazelle
or like a young stag
   on the spice-laden mountains.

The Conclusion of the Matter
 9 Not only was the Teacher wise, but he also imparted knowledge to the people. He pondered and searched out and set in order many proverbs. 10 The Teacher searched to find just the right words, and what he wrote was upright and true.
 11 The words of the wise are like goads, their collected sayings like firmly embedded nails—given by one shepherd.[b] 12 Be warned, my son, of anything in addition to them.
   Of making many books there is no end, and much study wearies the body.
 13 Now all has been heard;
   here is the conclusion of the matter:
Fear God and keep his commandments,
   for this is the duty of all mankind.
14 For God will bring every deed into judgment,
   including every hidden thing,
   whether it is good or evil.

1 comment:

  1. haha, wow, Narajasa, the first part doesn't make much sense in english--did you use a translation program for it?

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