"I hear his voice! The voice of my love! Here he comes, Leaping over the mountains, bounding among the hills. My love is like a gazelle, sure-footed and swift as a young stag. Look, there he is! Standing behind my wall, watching through the windows, peering through the lattice. My love responded and said to me, Him: Arise, my dearest, my beauty, and come away with me. Don’t you see? The winter is done. The rains and clouds have come and gone. The flowers are unfolding in the fields; the birds are warming up their songs, The cooing of the turtledove is heard throughout the land. The fig trees are bringing forth their first fruit, and the vines are in blossom, filling the air with their fragrance. So arise my dearest, my beauty, and come away with me." (Song of Solomon 2:8-13, THE VOICE)
Posted on: Sat, 29 Jun 2013 12:12:49 +0000
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