Dazzling
“Your
hair is like a flock of goats that leap
and
from the hills of Gilead runs down.
Your
teeth are like a flock of spotless sheep
each
with its twin—not one of them alone.
There
may be sixty queens, all beautiful,
and
eighty concubines above critique,
and
virgins beyond count available.
But
you—my perfect one—you are unique.
The
maidens saw you and they called you blest.
The
royal wives admired you from afar.
‘Who
is this that appears like dawn,’ they pressed,
‘fair
as the moon, majestic as the stars?
She
shines as brightly as the noonday sun.
None
dazzles more than this most splendid one.’”
(Ch. 6:5b-10)
My Sweet Rose, John William Waterhouse, 1903 |
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