8 The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills. |
9 My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice. |
10 My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. |
11 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; |
12 The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; |
13 The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away. |
14 O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely. |
Throughout the history of both the Synagogue and the Church, the Song of Songs has been interpreted in very different ways. The bridegroom was seen as God or the Messiah, and the bride as God's people or the Church. Allegory became the basis for interpreting the Song of Songs. Of course, everyone understood that this was one of the most beautiful examples of love poetry, but hardly anyone would even entertain the thought that such poetry belonged in the Bible, especially in the Middle Ages. Nor was it much better in the modern era, particularly where strict Puritan traditions, with their sometimes excessive moralism, played a decisive role. For the moralist, if love is permissible at all, it can only be something lofty and disembodied. There must be nothing bodily in it, or such love will not please God.
Yet God commanded people to ‘be fruitful and multiply’ even before the Fall, apparently seeing nothing wrong with bodily love in itself. On one condition, admittedly: it must be part of the fullness of the relationship that binds the spouses to each other. And by no means the determining part. But there is nothing peculiar to this case: in God's design, the natural component was not meant to determine the quality of human life at all. That was to be determined by God's ‘breath of life’, which He breathes into the human being's nostrils at creation. Nature was to be merely one element of this life God gave to humanity.
An important element, but by no means the principal one. It is hardly surprising, then, that in God's design human nature was also meant to play a part in the beginning of a new human life. To play a part to precisely the same extent as it does in human life generally. No more and no less. But certainly not to dominate that life, determining it and overshadowing everything else.
If the relationship between a man and a woman is indeed like this, then it really can serve as a model for the relationship between a human being and God, between His people and Him, or between Christ and the Church. For love is one; its spiritual space is one. And if it is the spiritual component that proves decisive, then nature too ceases to be base. It can become base if it comes to dominate the lives of the two, turning them into animals.
Animals that they can never actually become, because God did not intend them to be such. And whose beauty, like their naturalness, will therefore remain beyond their reach. By allowing nature to triumph over the spirit, a person does not become an animal but a sinful human being. Yet the relationship as such is not to blame: it merely creates a space for communion. A space that can be filled with anything, from God's breath to animal impulses. And it is only what fills it that determines whether the relationship becomes an image of a brothel or a foreshadowing of the Kingdom.
8 The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills. |
9 My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice. |
10 My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. |
11 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; |
12 The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; |
13 The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away. |
14 O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely. |
In both Jewish and Christian tradition, the Song of Songs is most often interpreted as an allegorical poem about the love between God and His people—Israel or the Church. It is sometimes said to be a song of love between God and the human soul. Although the literal understanding of the Song of Songs as a poem about human love remains valid, its symbolic meaning is what matters particularly in the Church's readings. Now, at the end of Advent, we read a passage in which the bride hears the bridegroom's voice. The soul hears the voice of God. And He calls her to awaken and arise. Wintertime—the time of waiting—is ending. The Lord is near. And the soul recognizes His voice, a voice that cannot be confused with any other.
1 The song of songs, which is Solomon's. |
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine. |
3 Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee. |
4 Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee. |
5 I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon. |
6 Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me: my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept. |
7 Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions? |
8 If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents. |
9 I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots. |
10 Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold. |
11 We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver. |
12 While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof. |
13 A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts. |
14 My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of En-gedi. |
15 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes. |
16 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green. |
17 The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir. |
1 I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys. |
2 As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters. |
3 As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste. |
4 He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love. |
5 Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love. |
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me. |
7 I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please. |
8 The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills. |
9 My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice. |
10 My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. |
11 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; |
12 The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; |
13 The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away. |
14 O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely. |
15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes. |
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies. |
17 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether. |
For those whose understanding of spiritual life is confined to conventional religious observance, this part of the Bible falls outside their main focus, since it does not fit sanitized notions of what the Word of God ought to be. People have generally tried to overcome embarrassment at its frank imagery by interpreting the book symbolically, and its images do indeed contain allegory. Yet is it accidental that this allegory is expressed through images of earthly love? Is it not because that love is precious in the eyes of the One who created the lovers?
The dialogue between bridegroom and bride can be understood as a figurative expression of the relationship between God and His chosen people. But if every believing soul can see in the Old Testament narrative a foreshadowing of its own standing before God, its own rises and falls, then here too each of us resembles the bride seeking the One who spoke of Himself as the Bridegroom (Matt. 9:15, and elsewhere).
At first the bride is forced to tend someone else's vineyard; she is separated from her own, which she cannot possess without the bridegroom. She does not know where her beloved is, but sets out in search of him and will surely meet him: the unknown beloved is already coming towards her.
The soul fears its imperfection (‘I am dark’), but the one who loves sees the hidden beauty.
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