Exchange of Marriage and Love vows between His Royal Majesty King Jesus; King of  all Kings and Lord of  all Lords and his Royal-bride!   Hmmmmmm!

You may kiss the bride or  the bridegroom! Hmmmmmmmmmmphhhh!!!!  

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                                      FIRSTLY  FROM  THE BRIDE 

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Royally kiss me and kiss me and kiss me again!

   For your love is sweater than wine.

How fragrant is your colognes;

   Your name is like its spreading fragrance.

No wonder all the young women love you!

Take me with you; come, let’s run!

   The King has majestically and royally brought me into his bedroom!

SONG OF SONGS 1 : 2 – 4

 

The King is lying on his couch,

   enchanted by the fragrance of my perfume.

My Royal-Lover is like a sachet of myrrh

   lying between my breasts.

He is like a bouquet of sweet henna blossoms

   from the vineyards of En-gedi.

You are so handsome, my Royal-Lover,

   Pleasing beyond words!

The soft grass is our bed;

fragrant and cedar branches are the beams of our Royal House,

  and pleasant smelling firs are the rafters of our Royal House!

SONG OF SONGS 1 : 12 – 17

 

Like the finest apple tree in the orchard

   is my Royal-Lover among other young men!

I sit in his delightful Royal-shade

   and voraciously taste his delicious fruits!

He escorts me to the Royal banquet hall;

   It’s obvious how much he loves me.

Strengthen me with raisin cakes,

   refresh me with fresh apples,

  for I am weak with love.

His left arm is under my head,

   and his royal right arm embraces me.

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Promise me, oh women of Jerusalem,

   by the gazelles and wild deer,

not to awaken love until the time is right!*

Ah, I hear my royal  lover coming!

   He is leaping over the mountings,

   bounding over the hills.

My Royal-Lover is like a swift gazelle

   Or a young stag!

Look, there he is, standing behind the wall,

   looking through the window,

   peering into the room.

My Royal-Lover said to me!

   *”Rise up, my darling!

Come with me, my fair one!

Look, the winter is past,

   and the rains are over and gone.

The flowers are spring up,

   the season of singing birds* has come,

   and the cooing of turtledoves fills the air.

The fig trees are forming young fruit,

   and the fragrant grapevines are blossoming.

Rise up, my darling!

Come away with me, my fair one!*”

My dove is hiding behind the rocks,

   Behind an outcrop on the cliff.

Let me see your face;

   let me hear your voice.

For your voice is pleasant,

   and your face is lovely.

Ah, Catch all the foxes,

   those little foxes,

before they ruin the vineyard of my love,

   for the grapevines are blossoming!

My Royal-Lover is mine, and I am his.

He browses among the lilies. Before the dawn breezes blows 

   and the night shadows flee,

return to me, my Royal-Lover, like a gazelle

   or a young stag on the rugged mountains.*

SONG OF SONGS 2 : 3 - 17

 

Awake, North wind!

   Rise up, south wind!

Blow on my garden

   and spread its fragrance all around.

Come into your garden, my Royal-Lover;

and tastes its finest apple fruits.

SONG OF SONGS 4:16

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I slept, but my heart was awake,

   then I heard my Royal-Lover knocking and calling:

“Open me, my treasure, my Royal-Darling,

my dove, my perfect one.

My head is drenched with dew,

   my hair is dampness of the night.”

But I responded,

“I have taken off my robe.

    Should I get dressed again?

I have washed my feet.

   Should I get them soiled?”

My Royal-Lover tried to unlatched the door,

   and my heart thrilled within me.

I jumped up to open the door for my Royal-Lover,

   And my hands dripped with perfume.

My fingers dripped with lovely myrrh

   as I pulled back the bolt.

I opened to my Royal-Lover,

   but he was gone!

  My heart sank.

I searched for him

   but could not find him anywhere.

I called him,

but there was no reply.

SONG OF SONGS 5:2-6

 

My Royal-Lover is dark and dazzling,

    better than ten billion others!

His head is the finest gold,

   his wavy hair is black as a raven.

His eyes sparkle like doves

   besides spring of water;

they are set like jewels washed in milk.

His cheeks are like gardens of spices

    giving off fragrance.

His lips are like lilies,

   Perfumed with myrrh.

His arms are like rounded bars of gold,

   Set with beryl.

His body is like bright ivory,

   glowing with lapis lazuli.

His legs are like marble pillars

   Set in sockets of finest gold.

His posture is stately

   like the noble cedars of Lebanon.

His mouth is sweetness itself;

   he is desirable in every way!

Such, oooh women of Jerusalem,

is my Royal-Lover, my Royal-Bridegroom!

SONG OF SONGS 5:10-16

 

My Royal-Lover has gone down to his garden,

   to his spice beds,

to browse in the gardens

   and gather the lilies.

I am my lover’s, and my lover is mine!

   He browses among the lilies.

SONG OF SONGS 6:2-1 

 

I went down to the grove of apple trees

   and out to the valley to see the new spring growth,

to see whether the grapevines had budded

   or the pomegranates were in bloomed.

Before I realized it,

   my strong desire had taken me to the chariot of my noble Royal-Bridegroom!  SONG OF SONGS 7 : 11 – 12

 

I am my lover’s,

   and he claims me as his own.

Come, my Royal-Lover, let us go out to the fields

   and spend the night among the wildflowers.*

Let us get up early and go to the vineyards

   to see if the grapevines have budded,

or if the blossoms have opened,

   and if the pomegranates have bloomed.

   There I will give you my love.

There the mandrakes give off their fragrance,

   and the finest fruits are at our door steps,

new delights as well as the old ones,

   which I have saved for you, my Royal-Lover!

SONG OF SONGS 7 : 10 – 13

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Ooh, I wish you are my son,

   Who nursed at my  breasts!

Then I could royally kiss you no matter who is watching,

   and no one would criticize me.

I would bring you to my childhood home,

   *"and you will teach me how to satisfy sexual bravado or libido!"*

I would give you spiced wine to voraciously drink

    my sweet and delicious pomegranate wine.

Your left arm would be under my head,

   and your right arm would embrace me!

  Promise me, ooh women of Jerusalem,

not to awaken love until the time is right.*

I aroused you under the apple tree,

   where your mother gave you birth,

   where in great pain she delivered you.

Place me like a seal on your heart.

For love is as strong as death,

   Its jealousy* as enduring as the grave.*

Love flashes like fire,

   the brightest kind of flame.

Many water cannot quench love,

   nor can rivers drown it.

If a man tried to buy love

  with all his wealth,

his offer will be utterly scorned!

SONG OF SONGS 8:1-7

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I was a virgin, like a wall;

   now my breasts are like articulator tires or even towers!

When my lover looks at my breast and body,

he is enthusiastically, tantalizingly and royally  delighted with what he sees! SONG OF SONGS 8: 10

 

Royally kiss me and kiss me,

   and kiss me again!

For your love is

   sweater than wine, milk, honey or sugar!!!

SONG OF SONGS 1:1

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How gorgeous you are, my Royal-Darling,  

      my Royal-Bride, how  beautifully you are!

Your eyes are like doves.

SONG OF SONGS 1:15 

 

Like a lily among thistles,

   is my Royal-Darling among young women.

SONG OF SONGS 2:2.

 

My Royal-Bride is hiding behind my rocks,

   behind an outcrop on the cliff.

Let me see your face;

   let me hear your voice.

For your voice is pleasant,

   and your face is lovely!

SONG OF SONGS   2:14

 

You are beautiful, my Royal-Darling,

   beautiful beyond words!

Your eyes are like doves

   behind your veil.

Your hair falls in waves,

   like a flock of goats winding down the slopes of Gilead.

Your teeth are as white as sheep,

   recently shorn and freshly washed.

Your smile is flawless,

   each tooth matched with its twin.*

Your lips are like scarlet ribbon;

   your mouth is inviting.

Your cheeks are like rosy pomegranates

   behind your veil.

Your neck is as beautiful as the tower Of my ancient ancestor, King David,

   jeweled with the shields of a ten thousand protagonists!

Your breasts are like two fawns,

   twin fawns of a gazelle grazing among the lilies.

Before the dawn breezes blow

   and the night shadows flee,

I will hurry to the mountain of myrrh

   and to the hill of frankincense.

You are altogether beautiful, my Royal-Bride,

   beautiful in every way.

Come with me from Lebanon, Royal Bride,

   come with me from Lebanon.

Come down* from Mount Amana,

   from the peaks of Senir and  Hermon,

where the lions have their dens

   and leopards live among the hills.

 

You have captured my heart,

   My treasure,* my Royal-Bride.

You hold it hostage with one glance of your eyes,

   With a single jewel of your necklace.

Your love delights me,

   my treasure, my Royal-Bride.

Your love better than wine,

   your perfume is more fragrant than spices.

Your lips are as sweet as nectar, my Royal Bride.

   Honey and milk are under your tongue.

Your clothes are scented

   like the cedars of Lebanon.

You are my private garden, my treasure, my Royal bride,

   a secluded spring, and hiding fountain.

Your thighs shelter a paradise of pomegranates

   with rare spices-

henna with nard,

    nard and saffron,

   fragrant calamus and cinnamon,

 with all the trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes,

   and every other lovely spice.

You are a garden fountain,

   a well of fresh water

streaming down from Lebanon’s mountains!

SONG OF SONGS 4:1-15

 

You are very beautiful,

   my darling, like the lovely city of Tirzah.

Yes, as beautiful as Jerusalem,

   as majesty as an army with billowing banners.

Turn your eyes away,

   for they overpower me.

Your hair falls in waves,

   like a flock of goats winding down the slopes of Gilead.

Your teeth are as white as sheep

   that are freshly washed.

Your smile is flawless,

   each tooth matched with its twin.*

Your cheeks are like rosy pomegranates

   behind your veil.

Even among billion  queen mothers

   and million concubines

   and countless flamboyant young women,

I will still choose “ only you” as my Royal-Bride- 

   the favorite of her mother,

   dearly and royally loved by the one who born her.

Other young women see her and lavish praises on her;

   even queens and royal concubines sing her praises:

“*who is this royal bride, arising like the dawn,

   as fair as the moon,

as bright as the sun,

   royally majestic as an army with  billowing banners?”*

SONG OF SONGS 6:4-10

 

How beautiful are your sandaled feet,

   Oooh my queenly and royally bride.

Your rounded thighs are like jewels,

   as the work of a skilled craftsman.

Your navel is perfectly and royally formed

    like a goblet filled with mixed wine.

 

Between your thighs,

   lies the most beautiful and sweetest

fruit in the world,

   it’s like a mound of wheat bordered

with lilies, sugar, honey and milk!!!

 

Your breasts are beautiful  like two fawns;

   like twin fawns of a gazelle!

 

Your neck is as beautiful as an ivory tower.

   your eyes are like the sparkling pools in Heshbon

   by the royal gate of Bath-Rabbim.

Your nose is as fine as the tower of Lebanon

   overlooking Damascus.

Your head is as majestic as Mount Carmel,

   and the sheen of your hair radiates royalty.

   I, the King, I am held by its tresses.

Oh, how beautiful you are!

   How pleasing you are, my Royal-Rover,

I am full of delights!

You are slender like an apple tree,

   and your breasts are like clusters of apple fruits!

I said to myself, “I will climb your apple tree's

  and royally take hold its fruit.”

May your breasts continue to be like apple clusters,

   and the fragrance of your breath be like apples.

May your royal kisses interminably continue to be                

   * exciting as the best wine,

flowing gently over my lips and teeth.

* SONG OF SONGS 7:1-9

 

Royally kiss me and kiss me,

   and kiss me again!

For your love is

   sweater than wine, milk, honey or sugar!!!

SONG OF SONGS 1:1