Cumbia Ecuatoriana,  High Holy Liturgy or Syrian/Yemenite war-dance?

You decide…

¡Qué hermosos tus pies en las sandalias, princesa!
Las curvas de tus caderas son alhajas fabricadas
por manos de artesanos.
Tu ombligo es copa redonda donde no falta el licor.
Tu vientre, montón de trigo rodeado de azucenas.
Tus dos pechos son dos crías mellizas de gacela.
Torre de marfil, tu cuello; pozos de Jesbón, tus ojos,
junto a la puerta mayor; tu nariz, torre del Líbano,
centinela de Damasco.
Tu cabeza se levanta igual que el monte Carmelo,
tu cabello es como púrpura que a un rey enreda en sus trenzas.
¡Qué hermosa y que dulce eres, amor mío, qué delicia!
Tu talle es una palmera y tus pechos, los racimos.
Dije: “Subiré a la palmera y recogeré sus dátiles”.
Tus pechos serán racimos de uvas
y tu aliento, aroma de manzanas.
Tu paladar es como vino bueno que me baja suavemente,
remojando los labios y los dientes.
Yo pertenezco a mi amor que siente pasión por mí.

Ven, amor mío, vayamos al campo y pasemos la noche en las aldeas.
De madrugada iremos a las viñas a ver si están en cierne las vides,
si despuntan los retoños, si florecen los granados.
¡Y allí te daré mi amor!
Las mandrágoras esparcen sus aromas
y a la puerta están todos los frutos,
tanto nuevos como añejos, que he guardado, amor mío, para ti.

Return, return, O Shulammite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee.
Why will ye look upon the Shulammite, as upon the dance of Mahanaim?

How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince’s daughter!
Thy rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.
Thy body is like a round goblet, wherein no mingled wine is wanting:
Thy waist is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe.
Thy neck is like the tower of ivory;
Thine eyes as the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim;
Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thy head like purple;
The king is held captive in the tresses thereof.
How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to its clusters.
I said, I will climb up into the palm-tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof:
Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, And the smell of thy breath like apples,
And thy mouth like the best wine, that goeth down smoothly for my beloved,
Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.
I am my beloved’s; and his desire is toward me.

Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see whether the vine hath budded,
And its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower:
There will I give thee my love.The mandrakes give forth fragrance; 
And at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, 
Which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved

Song of Solomon 7 (ASV)

What is the dance of Mahanaim?  Mahanaim actually means “two camps” and sometimes “two armies” – the meaning I want express is that these two camps are heaven and earth and this dance of the Shulammite represents the one who is the beloved wife of the Lamb.  She dances a dance that those around her find totally compelling – they implore her not to go away because they want to have more time to see exactly what this dance is all about – they say “come back, come back, that we may gaze on you!”.  The question is why do they want to gaze on her – it’s because they see that she operates in two realms – the realm of heaven and the realm on earth.  The dance she dances is the dance with the King of all Kings.  He is teaching her perfect timing with His Spirit, perfect cadence, in step with Him, going where He goes, doing what He does. She has learned a dance that allows a divine and intimate worship and a divine warfare – a combination of the purest passion of love and the purest passion of righteous warfare.

from: Highway to Zion

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