Song of Songs 7:6-9

How beautiful you are and how pleasing,
    my love, with your delights!
Your stature is like that of the palm,
    and your breasts like clusters of fruit.
I said, “I will climb the palm tree;
    I will take hold of its fruit.”
May your breasts be like clusters of grapes on the vine,
    the fragrance of your breath like apples,
    and your mouth like the best wine.

Does your breath smell like apples? Fresh, crisp, sparkling?



Song of Songs 6:13 – 7:5


Why would you gaze on the Shulammite
    as on the dance of Mahanaim?

[n]How beautiful your sandaled feet,
    O prince’s daughter!
Your graceful legs are like jewels,
    the work of an artist’s hands.
Your navel is a rounded goblet
    that never lacks blended wine.
Your waist is a mound of wheat
    encircled by lilies.
Your breasts are like two fawns,
    like twin fawns of a gazelle.
Your neck is like an ivory tower.
Your eyes are the pools of Heshbon
    by the gate of Bath Rabbim.
Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon
    looking toward Damascus.
Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel.
    Your hair is like royal tapestry the king is held captive by its tresses.

Many people believe that She is doing a dance for him – right down to the nude.

A Striptease



Song of Songs 6:5-9


Your hair is like a flock of goats
    descending from Gilead.
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep
    coming up from the washing.
Each has its twin,
    not one of them is missing.
Your temples behind your veil
    are like the halves of a pomegranate.
Sixty queens there may be,
    and eighty concubines,
    and virgins beyond number;
but my dove, my perfect one, is unique,
    the only daughter of her mother,
    the favorite of the one who bore her.
The young women saw her and called her blessed;
    the queens and concubines praised her.

u·nique   yo͞oˈnēk/  adjective
  1. being the only one of its kind; unlike anything else

I don’t know that I always think of unique as a positive thing. In my house, it is more commonly heard when people watching and the girl with the blue hair walks by, and we say, “that is unique.” It is code for “that is weird,” as if we are not being judgmental, when we really are.

But according to the definition, unique is being one of a kind. And don’t we want to be one of a kind to our husband – unlike anyone else? Don’t we feel loved when our beloved can spot us in a crowd?

Can you imagine if we were like everyone else – the same tamable hair, one size fits all body type, monotone skin with no birth marks, smile creases or freckles? How would your husband tell you apart? What would endear you to him? How would he know you?  Sharing our uniqueness builds intimacy in marriage.

Psalm 139:13-14 

13 For you created my inmost being;
    you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
    your works are wonderful,
    I know that full well.

God made you exactly how He wanted you – unlike any other person in the world. He knows everything about us and He loves it. He loves my lankiness and my strong body. He loves my hazel eyes and my high cheek bones. He loves the way I think hard before I speak. He loves my battle wounds and the struggles that have made me who I am. He loves everything and it is what makes me, me.

So what makes you unique and do you appreciate it?

This Week – 

  1. Sit down and make a list of all the things that make you unique. Pray and thank God for how He made you and specifically for those attributes.
  2. Ask your husband what makes you unique and carefully receive it as a compliment.

Ruth Buezis


Song of Songs 6:4-5


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.

Turn your eyes from me; they overwhelm me. 

Do we realize how powerful the eyes are?



Song of Songs 6:1-3


Where has your beloved gone,
    most beautiful of women?
Which way did your beloved turn,
    that we may look for him with you?


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.

Do you trust your husband enough to let him go down to the garden, to the beds of spices – and then let him just BROWSE among the lilies? 



Song of Songs 5: 15-16


15 His legs are pillars of marble
    set on bases of pure gold.
His appearance is like Lebanon,
    choice as its cedars.
16 His mouth is sweetness itself;
    he is altogether lovely.
This is my beloved, this is my friend,
    daughters of Jerusalem

This is my beloved, this is my friend.

Do you treat your husband like you do your friends?



Ruth BuezisSong of Songs 5:10-14


10 My beloved is radiant and ruddy,
    outstanding among ten thousand.
11 His head is purest gold;
    his hair is wavy
    and black as a raven.
12 His eyes are like doves
    by the water streams,
washed in milk,
    mounted like jewels.
13 His cheeks are like beds of spice
    yielding perfume.
His lips are like lilies
    dripping with myrrh.
14 His arms are rods of gold
    set with topaz.
His body is like polished ivory
    decorated with lapis lazuli.

How many of us really look at our husbands bodies?



Ruth BuezisSong of Songs 5:9


How is your beloved better than others,
    most beautiful of women?
How is your beloved better than others,
    that you so charge us?

Do your brag about your husband? Do you brag when he helps a friend move, when you wish he had stayed home with you? Do you brag when he takes you out on a date, even though it might not have been exactly what you had in mind? Do you brag about how he plays with the kids even when the toys may not get cleaned up afterward? We need to catch what our husbands do right. What they haven’t quite mastered does not negate all that they do right. They are a work in process just like we are. If a wife were to ask me how to influence her husband to grow, I would say there is no better way than to Encourage, Encourage, Encourage. Brag on your husband!!!

This Week – 

  1. Catch your husband in what he does right and affirm he in that without mentioning in the slightest bit what else you would like.
  2. Brag on your husband to someone else in front of him.
  3. Write your husband a note telling him at least 10 things that he does that makes you feel loved.


Ruth BuezisSong of Songs 5:4-7


My beloved thrust his hand through the latch-opening;
    my heart began to pound for him.
I arose to open for my beloved,
    and my hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with flowing myrrh,
    on the handles of the bolt.
I opened for my beloved,
    but my beloved had left; he was gone.
    My heart sank at his departure.[k]
I looked for him but did not find him.
    I called him but he did not answer.
The watchmen found me
    as they made their rounds in the city.
They beat me, they bruised me;
    they took away my cloak,

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

This is a dream about lost opportunities – about regret.



Song of Songs 5:2-3


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?
I have washed my feet—
    must I soil them again?

REALLY??? Are you kidding me? It’s the middle of the night. I’m tired. I was just falling asleep.

This is going to ruin me for tomorrow, I will be so wiped out in the morning. I’ll be cranky and ugly and nasty if I don’t get some sleep. How can you even think of such a thing? You are so inconsiderate. You think I am going to hop up at a moments notice  just because you happen to be in the mood.