Catholic Commentary on Song of Songs 6

"My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to browse in the gardens and to gather lilies." (Song of Songs 6:2)

Together in the Garden

The bride knows where her beloved has gone: 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. The beloved praises her: you are beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, majestic as troops with banners. Turn your eyes from me - they overwhelm me! Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead. Who is this that appears like the dawn, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, majestic as troops with banners? The daughters of the king are as numerous as sixty queens and eighty concubines - but my dove, my perfect one, is unique. The young women praised her; queens and concubines sang her praises.

The Catechism identifies the garden as the recurring figure of the covenant place of encounter: Eden was a garden; Gethsemane was a garden; the resurrection appeared in a garden; the Song meets the beloved in the garden of spices (CCC 2723).

Living the Word

Brothers and sisters, the garden is the place of encounter with the beloved. Prayer is the garden where we go to find God browsing among the lilies. The question my dove, my perfect one - where is she? is answered by the bride who is already there. Be in the garden when the beloved comes to browse. Be there regularly enough that he knows where to find you.

Prayer

Lord God, draw us to the garden of prayer where you browse among the lilies of your people. Let us be found there when you come. Through Christ our Lord. Amen.

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Together in the Garden
The Friends
 
Where has your beloved gone,
O most beautiful among women?
Which way has he turned?
We will seek him with you.
The Bride
 
My beloved has gone down to his garden,
to the beds of spices,
to pasture his flock in the gardens
and to gather lilies.
I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me;
he pastures his flock among the lilies.
The Bridegroom
 
You are as beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah,
as lovely as Jerusalem,
as majestic as troops with banners.
Turn your eyes away from me,
for they have overcome me.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
streaming down from Gilead.
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep
coming up from the washing;
each has its twin,
and not one of them is lost.
Your brow behind your veil
is like a slice of pomegranate.
 
There are sixty queens and eighty concubines,
and maidens without number,
but my dove, my perfect one, is unique,
the favorite of the mother who bore her.
The maidens see her and call her blessed;
the queens and concubines sing her praises.
The Friends
 
10 Who is this who shines like the dawn,
as fair as the moon,
as bright as the sun,
as majestic as the stars in procession?
The Bridegroom
 
11 I went down to the walnut grove
to see the blossoms of the valley,
to see if the vines were budding
or the pomegranates were in bloom.
12 Before I realized it, my desire had set me
among the royal chariots of my people.* 6:12 Or among the chariots of Amminadab
The Friends
 
13 Come back, come back, O Shulammite!
Come back, come back, that we may gaze upon you.
The Bridegroom
 
Why do you look at the Shulammite,
as on the dance of Mahanaim 6:13 Or the dance of the two camps?

*6:12 6:12 Or among the chariots of Amminadab

6:13 6:13 Or the dance of the two camps