Song of Solomon
This has been a challenge. This book didn’t make me happy, at first. All I had were questions, at first, and now I have decided that I will never know exactly what this book is for, at least not in this life.
At school, they taught that this book is about Christ’s love for his church. That never sat right with me, because while it seems possible to read it that way in retrospect, I have always thought that this book was about more. There had to be more levels, because it was read and useful to people for ages and ages before Jesus was born. A lot of the old testament is prophetic, of course, and while I am no expert, this book didn’t feel prophetic to me.
The other way of looking at it, as a handbook for married couples, doesn’t seem complete either. I guess that I will content myself by saying that applying what I know from the New Testament to this book, I can see that it is about the love of our saviour, and by applying what I know about marriage, it is about that too.
Anyway, I read 6 different translations of this book. I learned that it has two names because authorship is attributed to Solomon, (God inspired, of course) and it was his ultimate work. (Song of Songs)
The main thing that struck me about this book, after reading and re-reading is the part where the Beloved says that her Lover was knocking, but the first things she thinks of are that she is already asleep, she had already taken off her robe, and washed her feet. By the time she decided to make time for him, he was gone. This is a good warning for me. Often times, when my man is home, and wants to spend time with me, I have knitting I want to do, or sleeping in I want to do, or any number of things other than make him my priority. I don’t want to look one day to find him gone.
The couple in this book look at each other, and celebrate each other. After a while, I think that a lot of people stop seeing each other. Really seeing each other. The way they compliment each other isn’t exactly the sort of thing we hear a lot of these days, (Your breasts are like deer? Huh?) but they obviously meant a lot to each other. They don’t care that we have been listening in, they are too happy and commited to each other. It’s a good reminder.
And here are the socks. 
Not a sexy picture here, but I figured that what better match for the “sexy” book than beaded knee highs? Raveled here. I knit these as part of a Read and Knit Along with the Yarn Love group too, the book we read was Pride and Prejudice.
