He
1You are beautiful, my love,
oh, how beautiful you are!
Your eyes behind your veil are doves.
Your hair is like a flock of goats,
streaming down the heights of Gilead. 2Your teeth are like sheep newly shorn,
coming in droves from the washing,
each one opposing its twin,
not one has been left alone. 3Your lips are like a thread scarlet;
your voice is enchanting;
your cheeks behind your veil
are like halves of a pomegranate. 4Your neck is the tower of David,
a display of trophies
a thousand bucklers hang on it,
all of them worn by heroes of war. 5Your breasts are like twin fawns
of a gazelle feeding among the lilies. 6Before the dawn breaks and shadows flee,
I will hasten to the mountain of myrrh,
to the hill of frankincense. 7You are wholly beautiful, my love,
perfect and unblemished. 8Come from Lebanon, my bride,
come with me from Lebanon.
Come down from the summit of Amana,
from the crest of Senir and Hermon,
from the dens of lions,
from the mountain haunts of leopards. 9You have ravished my heart,
my sister, my bride;
you have ravished my heart
with one of your glances,
with one bead of your necklace. 10How sweet is your love,
my sister, my bride!
How delicious is your love more than wine,
and the fragrance of your perfume,
than any spice! 11Your lips distill nectar, my bride;
milk and honey are under your tongue.
Your garments have the scent of Lebanon. 12 ① You are a garden enclosed,
my sister, my bride;
a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain. 13Your plants are an orchard
of pomegranates, all with choice fruits,
with henna and nard, 14nard and saffron,
calamus, and cinnamon
with every kind of incense trees,
myrrh and aloes
and all the finest spices. 15You are a garden fountain,
a well of living water
streaming down from Lebanon.
She
16Arise, north wind! Awake, south wind!
Blow upon my garden
and spread its fragrance abroad.
Let my lover come to his garden
and eat its choicest fruits. He
- Song 4,12 After Isaiah's poems celebrating the new Jerusalem, the bride of the Lord (Is 61:10 and 62:5), the Song of Songs contemplates the virginal bride who will be the New People. You are a garden enclosed. She has kept herself totally for the Blessed One: the virginal bride whom God hoped for after the many prostitutions of his people - and differing from so many religions and religious practices where one seeks one's own profit, where God is never treated as someone. Virginity consecrated to God: a way of saying that he suffices, and that we can give him everything without having previously or at the same time tried all the other experiences. Here again, we find Mary-Virgin. Let my lover come to his garden. Most of the time, our good deeds are not particularly important to God because they are not wholly for him and we have already cashed in on 95% of their value. We hoped that others would see and know about them, we feel better for having done them, and finally we ask God to also take them into account. In the end, he found no fruit which had not been touched or tasted by others.
