Song Of Songs On Redemption

Israel in exile seeks out G-d’s help to bring them back to their land.

Furthermore, the rebuilding of the temple…

“Israel To The Nations”

“G-d To Israel”

Who is she that rises up from the wilderness leaning upon her Beloved? Under the apple tree I roused You. There Your mother was in travail for You; she who bore You was in travail.
8:5
Many waters cannot extinguish the love, and rivers cannot drown it. If a man would give all the substance of his house in exchange for love, he would be laughed to scorn.
:7
We have a little sister, but she has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister on the day she is spoken for?
:8

1 “O, that you were like my brother, who sucked my mother’s breasts! I would find you outside, I would kiss you, and they would not despise me.
2 I would lead you, I would bring you to the house of my mother, who instructed me; I would give you to drink some spiced wine, of the juice of my pomegranate.
3 His left hand would be under my head, and his right hand would embrace me.
4 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem; why should you awaken, and why should you arouse the love until it is desirous?”
5 “Who is this coming up from the desert, embracing her beloved?” “Under the apple tree I aroused you; there your mother was in travail with you; there she that bore you was in travail.”
6 “Place me like a seal on your heart, liked a seal on your arm, for love is as strong as death, zeal is as strong as the grave; its coals are coals of fire of a great flame!
7 Many waters cannot quench the love, nor can rivers flood it; should a man give all the property of his house for love, they would despise him.
8 We have a little sister who has no breasts; what shall we do for our sister on the day she is spoken for?
9 If she be a wall, we will build upon her a silver turret, and if she be a door, we will enclose her with cedar boards.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers, then I was in his eyes as one who finds peace.
11 Solomon had a vineyard in Baal-Hamon; he gave the vineyard to the keepers; each one brought for the fruit thereof one thousand pieces of silver.
12 My vineyard, which is mine, is before me; you, O Solomon, shall have the thousand, and those who watch its fruit, two hundred.
13 You, who sit in the gardens the friends hearken to your voice; let me hear [it].
14 Flee, my beloved, and liken yourself to a gazelle or to a fawn of the hinds on the spice mountains.”