27 March
For some reason the phrase "I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine" has been running through my head. I didn't know what it was from, I knew it was a quote, seemingly from a poem, but I couldn't remember for the life of me what it was.
So I Googled it. What did we do without Google, I ask? This was the first link that I found, and that is where I know the line from, from this posey ring that I have seen in catalogues for years. I don't know why the line was in my head, I haven't looked at one of these catalogues in quite some time.
So, it's from the Song of Solomon. I found that out immediately, but it was a much longer journey to actually find the whole thing rather than all of the products available containing that one line, but I finally got it.
"My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies. I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies."
But that's not all, that's chapter 6, which is great, but when I read the whole thing what I really loved was chapter 2. Here it is, with a bit of chapter 3 in at the end.
As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, showing himself through the lattice.
My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.
Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
The watchmen that go about the city found me: to whom I said, Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?
It was but a little that I passed from them, but I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother's house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me.
I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
I cannot stop reading it, I read it over and over. There are so many quotes in it, every other line has been used in a title, The Little Foxes, The Voice of the Turtle, Our Vines Have Tender Grapes, even Comfort Me With Apples, mentioned in an entry just the other day.
What an amazing poem, it resonates so strongly. Of course, I'm Catholic, we don't actually read the bible, let alone the Old Testament, perhaps I should get around to it someday.
Today's
horoscope:
Your words may be sharp, but their effect is helpful. The person who tries your patience needs to know what he or she is doing to you. Good will is a slender thread across a wide communication gap.
One year ago today:
"Doctor-Approved Pill, ------get a begger pee pee"
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