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Take a breath, find your place, and read deeply. Discover the joy of reading God’s word with the Immerse New Living Translation (NLT) Bible.
This daily Bible podcast will take you through the Bible in a year following the Immerse Bible Reading Experience. So grab your family and small group and go through the Bible in a year together with Immerse. Each of the 6 volumes is available online or at your favorite Christian bookstore.
Henry: Welcome To Immerse: The
Daily Bible Reading Experience.
Day two hundred and ninety six.
You are beautiful, my darling.
Beautiful beyond words.
Your eyes are like doves behind your veil.
Your hair falls in waves like a flock of
goats, winding down the slopes of Gilead.
Your teeth are as white as sheep.
Recently sworn and freshly washed.
Your smile is flawless.
Each tooth matched with its twin.
Your lips are like scarlet ribbon.
Your mouth is inviting.
Your cheeks are like rosy
pomegranates behind your veil.
Your neck is as beautiful as the
tower of David jeweled with the
shields of a thousand heroes.
Your breasts are like two fawns twin fawns
of a gazelle grazing among the lilies.
Before the dawn breezes blow and the night
shadows flee, I will hurry to the mountain
of Merr and to the hill of frankincense.
You are all together.
Beautiful my darling.
Beautiful in every way.
Come with me from Lebanon, my bride.
Come with me from Lebanon.
Come down from Mount Amina, from
the peaks of Sna and Herman, where
the lions have their dens and
leopards live among the hills.
You have captured my heart,
my treasure, my bride.
You hold it hostage with one
glance of your eyes, with a
single jewel of your necklace.
Your love delights me,
my treasure, my bride.
Your love is better than wine.
Your perfume more fragrant than spices.
Your lips are as sweet as nectar.
My bride, honey, and milk
are under your tongue.
Your clothes are scented
like the cedars of Lebanon.
You are my private garden, my
treasure, my bride, a secluded
spring, a hidden fountain.
Your thighs shelter, a paradise
of pomegranates with rare spices.
Henna with nad nar and saffron,
fragrant calamus, and cinnamon with
all the trees of frankincense, mer and
aloes, and every other lovely spice.
You are a garden fountain.
A well of fresh water streaming down from
Lebanon's mountains awake north wind.
Rise up south wind blow on my garden
and spread its fragrance all around.
Comment to your garden, my love, taste.
Its finest fruits
I have entered my garden,
my treasure, my bride.
I gather merr with my spices
and eat honeycomb with my honey.
I drink wine with my milk.
Oh, lover and beloved, eat and drink.
Yes.
Drink deeply of your love.
I slept but my heart was awake when I
heard my lover knocking and calling.
Open to me my treasure, my
darling, my dove, my perfect one.
My head is drenched with due
my hair with the dampness of
the night, but I responded.
I have taken off my robe.
Should I get dressed again?
I have washed my feet,
should I get them soiled?
My lover tried to unlatch the door
and my heart thrilled with me.
I jumped up to open the door for my
love and my hands dripped with perfume.
My fingers dripped with lovely
merr as I pulled back the bolt.
I opened to my lover, but he was gone.
My heart sank.
I searched for him, but
could not find him anywhere.
I called to him, but there was no reply.
The night Watchmen found me
as they made their rounds.
They beat and bruised me
and stripped off my veil.
Those watchmen on the
walls make this promise.
Oh, women of Jerusalem.
If you find my lover, tell
him I am weak with love.
Why is your lover better than all others?
Oh, woman of rare beauty.
What makes your lover so special
that we must promise this?
My lover is dark and dazzling
better than 10,000 others.
His head is finest gold.
His wavy hair is black as a raven.
His eyes sparkle like doves
beside springs of water.
They are set like Jules washed in milk.
His cheeks are like gardens of
spices giving off fragrance.
His lips are like lilies,
perfumed with myrrh.
His arms are like rounded
bars of gold set with Barrell.
His body is like bright
ivory glowing with lapis lly.
His legs are like marble pillars
set in sockets of finest gold.
His posts stately like the
noble cedars of Lebanon.
His mouth is sweetness itself.
He is desirable in every way.
Such o women of Jerusalem.
Is my lover, my friend.
Where has your lover gone?
Oh, woman of rare beauty.
Which way did he turn?
So we can help you find him.
My lover has gone down to his garden,
to his spice beds to browse and
the gardens, and gather the lilies.
I am my lovers and my lover is mine.
He browses among the lilies.
You are beautiful.
My darling.
Like the lovely city of Teza.
Yes, as beautiful as Jerusalem,
as majestic as an army.
With billowing banners, turn your
eyes away for they overpower me.
Your hair falls in waves like a flock of
goats winding down the slopes of Gilead.
Your teeth are as white as
sheep that are freshly washed.
Your smile is flawless.
Each tooth matched with its twin.
Your cheeks are like rosy
pomegranates behind your veil.
Even among 60 queens and 80
concubines and countless young
women, I would still choose my dove.
My perfect one.
The favorite of her mother, dearly
loved by the one who bore her.
The young women see her and praise her.
Even Queens and royal
concubines sing her praises.
Who is this arising like the dawn,
as fair as the moon, as bright as
the sun, as majestic as an army With
billowing banners, I went down to the
grove of walnut trees and out to the
valley to see the new spring growth, to
see whether the grapevines had butted
or the pomegranates were in bloom.
Before I realized it, my strong
desires had taken me to the
chariot of a noble man Return.
Return to us.
Oh, made of Schlom.
Come back.
Come back.
That we may see you again.
Why do you stare at this young woman
of Schlom as she moves so gracefully
between two lines of dancers?
How beautiful are your sandal feet?
Oh, queenly maiden.
Your rounded thighs are like jewels.
The work of a skilled craftsman.
Your navel is perfectly formed like
a goblet filled with mixed wine
between your thighs lies a mound
of wheat bordered with lilies.
Your breasts are like two
fawns twin fawns of a gazelle.
Your neck is as beautiful
as an ivory tower.
Your eyes are like the sparkling pools
in Hesson by the gate of Bath Rabbit.
Your nose is as fine as the Tower
of Lebanon overlooking Damascus.
Your head is as majestic as
Mount Carmel and the sheen of
your hair radiates royalty.
The king is held captive by its tresses.
Oh, how beautiful you are.
How pleasing my love.
How full of delights.
You are slender like a palm tree, and your
breasts are like its clusters of fruit.
I said, I will climb the palm
tree and take hold of its fruit.
May your breasts be like grape
clusters and the fragrance
of your breath like apples.
May your kisses be as
exciting as the best wine.
Yes, wine that goes down smoothly for my
lover, flowing gently over lips and teeth.
I am my lovers and he
claims me as his own.
Come my love.
Let us go out to the fields and spend
the night among the wildflowers.
Let us get up early and go to the
vineyards to see if the grapevines have
butted, if the blossoms have opened,
and if the pomegranates have bloomed.
There.
I will give you my love there.
The mandrakes give off their fragrance
and the finest fruits are at our door.
New delights, as well as old, which
I have saved for you, my lover.
Oh, I wish you were my brother
who nursed at my mother's breasts.
Then I could kiss you no matter who was
watching, and no one would criticize me.
I would bring you to my childhood
home, and there you would teach me.
I would give you spiced wine to
drink my sweet pomegranate wine.
Your left arm would be under my head
and your right arm would embrace me.
Promise me, oh, women of Jerusalem not
to awaken love until the time is right.
Who is this sweeping in from the
desert, leaning on her lover?
I aroused you under the apple tree
where your mother gave you birth.
Where in great pain she delivered you.
Place me like a seal over your
heart, like a seal on your arm.
For love is as strong as death.
Its jealousy as enduring as the grave.
Love flashes, like fire,
the brightest kind of flame.
Many waters cannot quench
love, nor can rivers drown it.
If a man tried to buy love
with all his wealth, his offer
would be utterly scorned.
We have a little sister
too young to have breasts.
What will we do for our sister
if someone asks to marry her?
If she is a virgin, like a wall, we
will protect her with a silver tower.
But if she is promiscuous like
a swinging door, we will block
her door with a cedar bar.
I was a virgin like a wall.
Now my breasts are like towers
when my lover looks at me.
He is delighted with what he sees.
Solomon has a vineyard at Bale Haman,
which he leases out to tenant farmers.
Each of them pays a thousand pieces
of silver for harvesting its fruit,
but my vineyard is mine to give and
Solomon need not pay a thousand pieces
of silver, but I will give 200 pieces
to those who care for its vines.
Oh my darling lingering in the gardens.
Your companions are
fortunate to hear your voice.
Let me hear it too.
Come away my love.
Be like a gazelle or a young
stag on the mountains of spices.
This concludes today's
immerse reading experience.
Thank you for joining us.