Song of Songs 5:2-6:3 || Return to Eden || Bryan Martin

Text: Song of Songs 5:2-6:3
Title: Return to Eden
Speaker: Bryan Martin

Song of Songs 5:2-16 NIV

[2] I slept but my heart was awake. Listen! My beloved is knocking: “Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one. My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night.” [3] I have taken off my robe---must I put it on again? I have washed my feet---must I soil them again? [4] My beloved thrust his hand through the latch-opening; my heart began to pound for him. [5] I arose to open for my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh, on the handles of the bolt. [6] I opened for my beloved, but my beloved had left; he was gone. My heart sank at his departure. I looked for him but did not find him. I called him but he did not answer. [7] The watchmen found me as they made their rounds in the city. They beat me, they bruised me; they took away my cloak, those watchmen of the walls! [8] Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you---if you find my beloved, what will you tell him? Tell him I am faint with love. [9] How is your beloved better than others, most beautiful of women? How is your beloved better than others, that you so charge us? [10] My beloved is radiant and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand. [11] His head is purest gold; his hair is wavy and black as a raven. [12] His eyes are like doves by the water streams, washed in milk, mounted like jewels. [13] His cheeks are like beds of spice yielding perfume. His lips are like lilies dripping with myrrh. [14] His arms are rods of gold set with topaz. His body is like polished ivory decorated with lapis lazuli. [15] His legs are pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, choice as its cedars. [16] His mouth is sweetness itself; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.

Song of Songs 6:1-3 NIV

[1] Where has your beloved gone,

most beautiful of women? Which way did your beloved turn, that we may look for him with you? [2] My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to browse in the gardens and to gather lilies. [3] I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine; he browses among the lilies.