Song Of Songs Chapter 6 verse 2 Holy Bible
My beloved is gone down to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
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My loved one is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to take food in the gardens, and to get lilies.
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My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens and to gather lilies.
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My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
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My beloved has gone down to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
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My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
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Pulpit Commentary
Pulpit CommentaryVerses 2, 3. - My beloved is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies. I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth his flock among the lilies. In Ecclesiastes 2:5, 6 Solomon says, "I planted me vineyards; I made me gardens and parks, and I planted trees in them of all kinds of fruit; I made me pools of water, to water therefrom the forest where trees were reared." In Revelation 7:17 it is said, "The Lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall be their Shepherd, and shall guide them unto fountains of water of life: and God shall wipe away every tear from their eyes." We can scarcely doubt that the meaning is - The bridegroom is not gone far; he is where he is congenially employed; where his pure and lovely nature finds that which is like itself - beauty and fragrance and innocence. It is his resort, and it corresponds with his perfection. Delitzsch thinks "thoughtfulness and depth of feeling are intended" (cf. Psalm 92:5). "His thoughts are very deep." But it would seem more fitting, in the lips of the bride, that she should dwell on the aspects of her beloved which correspond with her own feelings. She is one of the lilies. The king is coming into his garden, and I am ready to receive him. The shepherd among his flock. They are all like lilies, pure and beautiful. The bride has nothing but chaste thoughts of her husband: because she knows that he is hers, and she is his. Surely such language is not inaptly applied to spiritual uses. Tennyson's lovely poem, 'St. Agnes' Eve,' has caught the spirit of Shulamith. A few of his lines will illustrate this - "The shadows of the convent towersSlant down the snowy sward,Still creeping with the creeping hoursThat lead me to my Lord. Make thou my spirit pure and clearAs are the frosty skies,Or this first snowdrop of the yearThat in my bosom lies. He lifts me to the golden doors;The flashes come and go;All Heaven bursts her starry floors,And strews her lights below, . . .
