~ My Love ~

I have compared thee, O my love, to a
company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.
Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold,
thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes.

As the lily among thorns,
so is my love among the daughters.
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 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.

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.

Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair;
thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair is
as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.
Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.

Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely
as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that
ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.

As the Father hath loved me, so have I loved you:
continue ye in my love. If ye keep my commandments,
ye shall abide in my love; even as I have kept
my Father's commandments, and abide in his love.

My love be with you all in Christ Jesus. Amen.

© 2007 by Joyce C. Lock