Tell him I am faint with love

Song of songs 5:1-16

I slept but my heart was awake. Listen! My beloved is knocking: “Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one. My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night.” I have taken off my robe— must I put it on again?

My beloved thrust his hand through the latch-opening; my heart began to pound for him.

I opened for my beloved, but my beloved had left; he was gone. My heart sank at his departure. I looked for him but did not find him. I called him but he did not answer.

Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you— if you find my beloved, what will you tell him? Tell him I am faint with love.

My beloved is radiant and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand. His head is purest gold; his hair is wavy and black as a raven... His mouth is sweetness itself; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.

The bride dreams again. This time the bridegroom comes and, although all is prepared, she is too slow in letting him in. Once again the enjoyment of love is frustrating. Eager anticipation turns to b deep sense of loss. In reply to the women, she describes her lover, begging them - if they find him - to tell him she is faint with love for him. He is, from head to foot, as 'totally desirable to her as she to him.

Why?

They are loving each other but some time for the convenience of us, We may delay or missed some point, let our lover frustrated, actually we careless it, we have to turn our heart if we love our lover he/she is worthy for us to pay effort on she/him.

How?

My heart sank at his departure, keeping close with my lover. So as keeping closer to the Lord!