1 Return, return, O Shulammite,
2 How beautiful are your feet in sandals,
3 Your navel is a bowl well-rounded,
4 Your breasts are two fawns,
5 Your neck is an ivory tower.
6 Your crowned head is Mount Carmel;
7 How beautiful you are, how lovely,
8 Like a palm tree, you are stately
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10 May the wine flow straight to my lover,
11 I am my lover’s
12 Come, my love,
13 Let us go early to the vineyards
14 The mandrakes yield their fragrance;
- Genesis 3,16
This description of the loved one, no doubt, is a traditional feature of the songs of the bride and bridegroom (see Introduction), but it certainly speaks of Palestine. The king held captive in the tresses is most probably the very small kingdom of Tyre in the north, also mentioned in psalm 45.
I am my lover's but it is he who depends on me. Taken from the words in Genesis (3:16), but here the curse that strikes the woman has turned another way; it is not she who is necessarily subject to her husband: it is he who needs her. God needs me and not to do a work for him! It is an experience of created life and of love that he wants to have together with me and that he can only have through me.
