Honey Moon Series

HONEY MOON

Song of Solomon 4:1-5:1

In our last study we saw the Wedding procession of Solomon and the Shulamite woman. We now come to the consummation of their marriage. In modern times we refer to this as the Honey Moon. This is a very important chapter of the Bible because it shows that God desires for a husband and wife to enjoy one another sexually. God created us the way He did on purpose.

There is much discussion in this chapter about the beauty of the Shulamite woman. Solomon begins his description of his wife’s beauty at her hair and works his way down. It is not until the end of the chapter that this couple has sex. This chapter also praises the Shulamite woman for remaining a virgin until she was married. Let us read our text and then we will look at some other passages of Scripture that speak about marriage and sex.

Their Honey Moon

Song of Solomon 4:1-5:1(NKJV)

THE BELOVED

1 Behold, you are fair, my love! Behold, you are fair! You have dove’s eyes behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats, Going down from Mount Gilead.

2 Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep Which have come up from the washing, Every one of which bears twins, And none is barren among them.

3 Your lips are like a strand of scarlet, And your mouth is lovely. Your temples behind your veil Are like a piece of pomegranate.

4 Your neck is like the tower of David, Built for an armory, On which hang a thousand bucklers, All shields of mighty men.

5 Your two breasts are like two fawns, Twins of a gazelle, Which feed among the lilies.

6 Until the day breaks And the shadows flee away, I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh And to the hill of frankincense.

7 You are all fair, my love, And there is no spot in you.

Song of Songs 4:1-5:1(The Message)

THE MAN

You’re so beautiful, my darling, so beautiful, and you dove eyes are veiled By your hair as it flows and shimmers, like a flock of goats in the distance streaming down a hillside in the sunshine. Your smile is generous and full- expressive and strong and clean. Your lips are jewel red, your mouth elegant and inviting, your veiled cheeks soft and radiant. The smooth, lithe lines of your neck command notice- all heads turn in awe and admiration! Your breasts are like fawns, twins of a gazelle, grazing among the first spring flowers.

The sweet, fragrant curves of your body, the soft, spiced contours of your flesh Invite me, and I come. I stay until dawn breathes its light and night slips away. You’re beautiful from head to toe, my dear love, beautiful beyond compare, absolutely flawless.

8 Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, With me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the lions’ dens, From the mountains of the leopards.

9 You have ravished my heart, My sister, my souse; You have ravished my heart With one look of your eyes, With one link of your necklace.

10 How fair is your love, My sister, my spouse! How much better than wine is your love, and the scent of your perfumes Than all spices!

11 Your lips, O my spouse, Drip as the honeycomb; Honey and milk are under your tongue; And the fragrance of your garments Is like the fragrance of Lebanon.

12 A garden enclosed Is my sister, my spouse, A spring shut up, A fountain sealed.

13 Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates With pleasant fruits, Fragrant henna with spikenard,

14 Spikenard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, With all the chief spices-

15 A fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, And streams from Lebanon.

THE SHULAMITE

16 Awake, O north wind, And come, O south! Blow upon my garden, That its spices may flow out. Let me beloved come to his garden And eat its pleasant fruits.

THE BELOVED

1 I have come to my garden, my sister, my spouse; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey I have drunk my wine with my milk.

(TO HIS FRIENDS)

Eat, O friends! Drink, yes, drink deeply, O beloved ones!

Come with me from Lebanon, my bride. Leave Lebanon behind, and come. Leave your high mountain hideaway. Abandon your wilderness seclusion, Where you keep company with lions and panthers guard your safety. You’ve captured my heart, dear friend. You looked at me, and I fell in love. One look my way and I was hopelessly in love! How beautiful your love, dear, dear friend- far more pleasing than a fine, rare wine, your fragrance more exotic than select spices. The kisses of your lips are honey, my love, every syllable you speak a delicacy to savor. Your clothes smell like the wild outdoors, the ozone scent of high mountains. Dear lover and friend, you’re a secret garden, a private and pure fountain. Body and soul, you are paradise, a whole orchard of succulent fruits- Ripe apricots and peaches, oranges and pears; Nut trees and cinnamon, and all scented woods; Mint and lavender, and all herbs aromatic; A garden fountain, sparkling and splashing, fed by spring waters from the Lebanon mountains.