I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine

Song of songs 6:1-13

My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to browse in the gardens and to gather lilies. I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine; he browses among the lilies. SHE

You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners. Turn your eyes from me; they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead. HE

Come back, come back, O Shulammite; come back, come back, that we may gaze on you! FRIEND

The women question the bride replies, and the bridegroom again describes the beauty of his one and only love. There is no queen or royal concubine to match her.

Why?

Between lovers, there is no other one who can replace them.

In the eyes of the lover, each of them is better and more beautiful than any others.

How?

With love to look at others will be a beautiful scene in this world.