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Today's Bible Translation
Bible translation used in today's episode: Ch. 5-6 HCSB
Podcast Introduction
It’s Poetry Thursday. Our reading will be Song of Solomon 5 and 6. I’m calling this episode “Altogether Lovely.“
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Summary
As you probably know, this book can be read from at least two levels: As just an account of a bride and groom from the purely human level, or as an allegory of the love of Christ for the church. Both interpretations are beautiful, and both have merit.
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Steve Webb 0:00Both interpretations are beautiful, and both have merit.
Steve Webb 0:04It's the Lifespring! One Year Bible coming to you from Riverside, California and podcasting since 2004. My name is Steve Webb. I'm your OG Godcaster is poetry Thursday, our reading will be Song of Solomon, chapters five and six. The website is Lifespringmedia.com. Then I'll have contact information in case you want to get in touch with me at the end of the show. Before we read, let's pray. Our Heavenly Father, we thank you for our time together. We thank You for Your Word. and we pray that as we read today, you would teach us touch our hearts in our minds. We pray this in Jesus name, Amen. All right, let's begin.
Steve Webb 0:44Song of Solomon chapter five. I have come to my garden, my sister, my bride. I gather my myrrh with my spices. I eat my honeycomb with my honey. I drink my wine with my milk, eat friends, drink, be intoxicated with love. I sleep but my heart is awake. A sound My love is knocking. Open to me my sister My darling My Dove my perfect one. For my head is drenched with do my hair with droplets of the night. I have taken off my clothing. How can I put it back on? I have washed my feet. How can I get them dirty? My love thrusts his hand through the opening, and my feelings were stirred for him. I rose to open from my love. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh on the handles of the bolt. I opened to my love, but my love had turned and gone away. I was crushed that he had left. I sought him but did not find him. I called him but he did not answer. The guards who go about the city found me. They beat and wounded me. They took my cloak from me. The Guardians of the walls. Young Women of Jerusalem I charge you. If you find my love, tell him that I love sick. What makes the one you love better than another most beautiful of women? What makes him better than another that you would give us this charge? My love is fit and strong. Notable among 10,000 His head is purest gold.