Song of Solomon/Part 4/Commentary

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Song of Songs Part 4 The Shepherd or Solomon: 5:1a This is a continuation from chapter 4, where the Shulammite extends an invitation to her lover (4:16). Here is a man who totally enjoys his bride. Possessing her was more delightful than gathering myrrh in a garden, as sweet as eating honey (honey was once of far greater importance than it is today since the introduction of sugar), and as enjoyable as drinking the best milk and wine. In 5:1b a chorus appears to encourage the couple to enjoy completely and fully all the blessings of their marriage. Unfortunately, many couples do not avail themselves of all that marriage has to offer. Why don’t more couples enjoy marriage to its fullest potential? The Shulammite (her second dream): 5:2a “I was asleep, but my heart was awake” (5:2). I was asleep but I was constantly aware of my beloved from whom I am separated. “Love brings its joys, but those joys are seldom unalloyed for long. With all our joys, come fears. Often they surface in our dreams” (Gaebelein p. 1232). “For my head is drenched with dew, my locks with the damp of the night” (5:2b). Here the shepherd responds to her. He had been outside; dew in Israel was often heavy. Here is how one writer paraphrased this section: “I was sleep but I was constantly aware of my beloved from whom I am separated. All at once he was at the gate! I heard his voice—he knocked—he called to me: ‘Open blood of my blood, love of my heart, my alert soft one, my purest one. I have been long in coming to you over many mountains. I have come—all through the night I have hastened to your side—my head is wet with dew. Let me in’. I turned on my bed—I hardly knew what was happening. So very foolishly I thought only to myself—‘I cannot go to him—I have undressed and bathed for bed—I cannot go out in the courtyard to the gate I will soil my feet.’ I looked toward the door—had already entered the courtyard and was even now at the door of our house. His hand appeared through the hole near the door and attempted to unlock the door. When I saw his dear hand my heart almost stopped. I hardly knew what I was doing—I jumped out of bed and threw a mantle over myself—I thought, ‘I must meet him with perfume’, I dipped my hands in myrrh, I hurried to the door, I could not move the lock or hold the handles of the door so full were my fingers with myrrh. When I did at least get the doors open, my beloved was gone! I was beside myself. Perhaps he came in another way, I looked in every room of these courts he was nowhere to be found. I could yet hear his voice and his


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