Did you know that Apostle Bruce Mcckonie called Song of Solomon
“biblical trash” while Martin Luther called it the High Song they also had diametrically opposing views on James.
Ah, but McConkie didn’t try to eliminate the Song of Songs from the canon, did he? Whereas Luther tried his best to eliminate those writings he disapproved of.
I do think that those who attempt to cast the Song of Songs as a metaphor of God and the Church are rather missing the point–and the verse.
On the other hand, I am aware of McConkie’s opinion…and disagree with it. The Song of Songs, I believe, is inspired writing. After all, only an inspired writer "sick with love,’ could write:
*10 My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.
11 His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
12 His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
14 His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
15 His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
16 His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
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Goodness, that is one fine sounding man.
Or this:
8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.
9 My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
10 ¶ Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?
Helen needs to watch out for her reputation.
1 How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince’s daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.
2 Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
3 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
You have to admit, that’s inspired…
Though, if I were a woman, I would have stop and say ‘hmmnn.’’ at the following:
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.6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
7 This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
9 And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
“clusters of grapes?”
*8 ¶ We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts: what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?
9 If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she be a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favour.
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That’s better…
The Song of Solomon is about, I believe, Solomon’s favorite pastime, written from the POV of all participants. It glorifies [marital] love in all its forms, and when read in the proper spirit, can be very enlightening.
It is beautiful, and inspired—but it is what it is.