Whither has your Beloved gone,
O fairest among women?
Whither has your Beloved turned,
that we may seek Him with you?
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 adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
that you not stir up nor awake Love
until it please. . . .
Make haste, my Beloved,
and be like a gazelle
or a young stag
upon the mountains of spices.
Canticle 6:2; 7:14
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O most holy and life-bearing tomb of Christ, thou the enrichment of all the world! Standing before thee as the bearer of life we pray unto Christ our God Who lay within thee and rose in glory on the third day, the He deliver His inheritance from famine, pestilence, earthquake and flood and from every mortal wound, that He grant peace unto true believing Christians and subdue under their feet those who strive against them, that we may all sing unto Thee, our Creator and Master: Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia!
Posted by Fr. Gregory | April 7, 2007 4:30 PM
Posted on April 7, 2007 16:30
I ought to have known! I ought to have checked your blog before I wrote my lectio...
We chose the same verse from the Song of Songs...and we chose such a similar picture as that in your following post...
Your retarded twin brother, Terry.
Posted by Terry | April 7, 2007 4:35 PM
Posted on April 7, 2007 16:35
No - it's not the same verse - but we both think of the Songs for this day.
Did St. Bernard use these verses in reference to Holy Saturday? Where do I get it from, that I do?
Buona Pasch!
(Did I spell that correctly?)
Terry
Posted by Terry | April 7, 2007 4:38 PM
Posted on April 7, 2007 16:38