THE SONG OF SONGS BY SOLOMON

I am a flower of Sharon, a lily of the valley.

Loss and Discovery

The Charms of the Beloved

G I have come to my garden, my sister, my bride; I gather my myrrh and my spices, I eat my honey and my sweetmeats, I drink my wine and my milk. D Eat, friends; drink! Drink freely of love!

Discovery

The Beauty of the Bride

Oh, that you were my brother, nursed at my mother's breasts! If I met you out of doors, I would kiss you and none would taunt me.