Oh that I would seek Him in the dark of the night just as a new love seeks and longs for her beloved. Give me Your strength, Lord that I might always await my Beloved King. Forsaking all else, to keep my eyes on Him. That is the love I seek. For all true love upon this earth is but a shadow of His love toward me.
That is the song sung forth by the bride as she longed for her bridegroom. He had gone away to prepare a place for her in His Father’s house; but she misses Him sorely with all of her being. It’s hard to remember the sweetness of His presence while He is gone. Yet, I must seek Him my beloved King in the middle of the night to arise to seek His face. This is the cry of the Shulamite to her king and it must be our cry to our Beloved King of Kings, seeking Him with all our heart and soul.
A Troubled Night-Song of Solomon Chapter 3
The Shulamite
3 By night on my bed I sought the one I love;
I sought him, but I did not find him.
2 “I will rise now,” I said,
“And go about the city;
In the streets and in the squares
I will seek the one I love.”
I sought him, but I did not find him.
3 The watchmen who go about the city found me;
I said,
“Have you seen the one I love?”
4 Scarcely had I passed by them,
When I found the one I love.
I held him and would not let him go,
Until I had brought him to the house of my mother,
And into the [a]chamber of her who conceived me.
5 I [b]charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
By the gazelles or by the does of the field,
Do not stir up nor awaken love
Until it pleases.
The Coming of Solomon-A Portrait of My Beloved King
He came as a shepherd and now returns a King. What a picture of our King who came to earth a lowly shepherd, became the sacrificial who died to redeem his bride and to cover her with His righteousness that she might be without blemish. No greater love could I ever know than this. His love for me exceeds them all.
The Shulamite
6 Who is this coming out of the wilderness
Like pillars of smoke,
Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense,
With all the merchant’s fragrant powders?
7 Behold, it is Solomon’s couch,
With sixty valiant men around it,
Of the valiant of Israel.
8 They all hold swords,
Being expert in war.
Every man has his sword on his thigh
Because of fear in the night.
9 Of the wood of Lebanon
Solomon the King
Made himself a [c]palanquin:
10 He made its pillars of silver,
Its support of gold,
Its seat of purple,
Its interior paved with love
By the daughters of Jerusalem.
11 Go forth, O daughters of Zion,
And see King Solomon with the crown
With which his mother crowned him
On the day of his wedding,
The day of the gladness of his heart.
The Bridegroom (Beloved King) Praises the Bride
Only because of His amazing grace and His sacrificial love, He can say that I am without blemish. Yet, He saw me as I would be and loved me with His perfect love despite His knowing all my flaws. He could see every dark spot and every shameful act of disbelief or failure of love, and willingly died in my place that I might spend eternity in His presence. There I will be fully surrounded by love, joy, and peace—for He is all three. So, it is until the day breaks and the shadows fade away, I will wait for Him, my beloved, as He sings over me this love song.
The Beloved
4 Behold, you are fair, my love!
You are fair!
You have dove’s eyes behind your veil.
Your hair is like a flock of goats,
Going down from Mount Gilead.
2 Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep
Which have come up from the washing,
Every one of which bears twins,
And none is [a]barren among them.
3 Your lips are like a strand of scarlet,
And your mouth is lovely.
Your temples behind your veil
Are like a piece of pomegranate.
4 Your neck is like the tower of David,
Built for an armory,
On which hang a thousand [b]bucklers,
All shields of mighty men.
5 Your two breasts are like two fawns,
Twins of a gazelle,
Which feed among the lilies.
Until the Day Breaks, I will Await My Beloved King
6 Until the day breaks
And the shadows flee away,
I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh
And to the hill of frankincense.
7 You are all fair, my love,
And there is no spot in you.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse,
With me from Lebanon.
Look from the top of Amana,
From the top of Senir and Hermon,
As From the lions’ dens,
From the mountains of the leopards.
My Beloved King of Kings Chose me to be Sister and Bride
Because of His death and resurrection, I am adopted into the family. God is my Father and I am the bride of Christ. Hence He calls me sister and spouse, surrounded by His love.
9 You have ravished my heart,
My sister, my spouse;
You have ravished my heart
With one look of your eyes,
With one link of your necklace.
10 How fair is your love,
My sister, my spouse!
How much better than wine is your love,
And the [c]scent of your perfumes
Than all spices!
11 Your lips, O my spouse,
Drip as the honeycomb;
Honey and milk are under your tongue;
And the fragrance of your garments
Is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
12 A garden [d]enclosed
Is my sister, my spouse,
A spring shut up,
A fountain sealed.
13 Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates
With pleasant fruits,
Fragrant henna with spikenard,
14 Spikenard and saffron,
Calamus and cinnamon,
With all trees of frankincense,
Myrrh and aloes,
With all the chief spices—
15 A fountain of gardens,
A well of living waters,
And streams from Lebanon.
Until He return, let me work that my garden might bear fruit for the kingdom. Let me never forget why I labor.
The Shulamite Awaiting Her Beloved King
16 Awake, O north wind,
And come, O south!
Blow upon my garden,
That its spices may flow out.
Let my beloved come to his garden
And eat its pleasant fruits.
The Bride Praises the Bridegroom
The Beloved
5 I have come to my garden, my sister, my spouse;
I have gathered my myrrh with my spice;
And I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey;
I have drunk my wine with my milk.
(To His Friends)
Eat, O friends!
Drink, yes, drink deeply,
O beloved ones!
Oh, how I long for His return, awaiting His call. But until that day, let me drink in His words of love, sit at His feet in prayer and draw others to Him my Beloved.
The Shulamite’s Troubled Evening
The Shulamite
2 I sleep, but my heart is awake;
It is the voice of my beloved!
He knocks, saying,
“Open for me, my sister, [a]my love,
My dove, my perfect one;
For my head is covered with dew,
My [b]locks with the drops of the night.”
3 I have taken off my robe;
How can I put it on again?
I have washed my feet;
How can I [c]defile them?
4 My beloved put his hand
By the [d]latch of the door,
And my heart yearned for him.
5 I arose to open for my beloved,
And my hands dripped with myrrh,
My fingers with liquid myrrh,
On the handles of the lock.
Am I truly Lovesick for My Beloved King of Kings?
6 I opened for my beloved,
But my beloved had turned away and was gone.
My [e]heart leaped up when he spoke.
I sought him, but I could not find him;
I called him, but he gave me no answer.
7 The watchmen who went about the city found me.
They struck me, they wounded me;
The keepers of the walls
Took my veil away from me.
8 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
If you find my beloved,
That you tell him I am lovesick!
The Daughters of Jerusalem
9 What is your beloved
More than another beloved,
O fairest among women?
What is your beloved
More than another beloved,
That you so [f]charge us?
The Shulamite
10 My beloved is white and ruddy,
[g]Chief among ten thousand.
11 His head is like the finest gold;
As His locks are wavy,
And black as a raven.
12 His eyes are like doves
By the rivers of waters,
Washed with milk,
And [h]fitly set.
13 His cheeks are like a bed of spices,
Banks of scented herbs.
His lips are lilies,
Dripping liquid myrrh.
14 His hands are rods of gold
Set with beryl.
Alas, His body is carved ivory
Inlaid with sapphires.
15 His legs are pillars of marble
Set on bases of fine gold.
And His countenance is like Lebanon,
Excellent as the cedars.
16 His mouth is most sweet,
Yes, he is altogether lovely.
This is my beloved,
And this is my friend,
O daughters of Jerusalem
Concluding thoughts
Regardless of how dark the storm may seem, let me await my Beloved King until He returns for me. Let my heart long for Him. My lips search for Him, in a dry and thirsty land. Let me tell everyone I meet of my Beloved King that they too might come to know Him.
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