Song of Songs 1:12 While the king was at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.
So many things fascinate me about this book. One is that it is so unlike anything else in the Bible, which begs the question: How does it fit with everything else? Another is that it seems to tell a story, but it isn’t chronological. Commentary calls it “a collection of ‘snapshots’ … not necessarily in order.” Why?
Song of Songs 1:13 My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh resting between my breasts.
The descriptions remind me a bit of life—weird, messy, confusing. And the book comes on the heels of Ecclesiastes telling us to enjoy even the little things but to remember that God is what gives this life meaning.
Song of Songs 1:14 My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi.
Lord, Thank You for this day and this scripture. Thank You for the ability to puzzle through things that confuse us. Thank You for giving my life meaning. Help me to use the study of Song of Songs to bring me closer to You. Help me to shine Your light. Amen.
Song of Songs 1:15 How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how beautiful! Your eyes are doves.
Have a blessed day.