December 21, 2011, Reading

The Song of Songs  2: 8 – 14

2:8 Bride to Chorus: The voice of my beloved! Behold, he arrives leaping along the mountains, jumping across the hills.
2:9 My beloved is like a doe and like a young stag.
2:10 Lo, he stands beyond our wall, gazing through the windows, watching through the lattices.
2:11 Lo, my beloved speaks to me:
2:12 Groom to Bride: Rise up, quickly, my love, my dove, my shapely one, and advance.
2:13 For winter has now past; the rain has decreased and gone away.
2:14 The flowers have appeared in our land; the time for pruning has arrived. The voice of the turtledove has been heard in our land.


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