You may want to consider that this is, like most Biblical prophecies and images, multivalent. This is to say, it is not a mathematical thing, a one-to-one correspondance, but rather a recurring motif. It may be part in the past and part in the future, or one which predicts another, which predicts (or reiterates) another.
For instance "Daughter of Jerusalem" and "Daughter Zion" overlap with the image of the city of Jerusalem, the Nation of Israel, the penitent, the suffering, the saved; the NT Ekklesia, Mary the Chosen Maiden, Ekklesia the Elect Lady. The Mother of the Messiah, the Woman Clothed with the Sun; the Bride who, with the Spirit, says "Come".
You know there's a lot like that. The 12 sons, the 12 tribes, the 12 Apostles, the 12 wicker baskets full of fragments, the 12 thrones, the 12 stars, the 12 gates, the 12 courses of foundation stone--- this isn't a math problem, MHGinTN, it is a reiteration of a pattern.
It's not just true once, it's true over and over at every scale. Like a fractal.
Song of Solomon 6:8-9
One is my dove,
my perfect one is but one,
she is the only one of her mother,
the chosen of her that bore her.
The daughters saw her, and declared her MOST BLESSED:
the queens and concubines, and they praised her.
Who is she that cometh forth as the morning rising,
fair as the moon,
bright as the sun,
terrible as an army with banners?
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This isn't math, and it's not a policy proposal. This is poetry for the Queen.
You may want to consider that this is, like most Biblical prophecies and images, multivalent. This is to say, it is not a mathematical thing, a one-to-one correspondance, but rather a recurring motif. It may be part in the past and part in the future, or one which predicts another, which predicts (or reiterates) another.For instance "Daughter of Jerusalem" and "Daughter Zion" overlap with the image of the city of Jerusalem, the Nation of Israel, the penitent, the suffering, the saved; the NT Ekklesia, Mary the Chosen Maiden, Ekklesia the Elect Lady. The Mother of the Messiah, the Woman Clothed with the Sun; the Bride who, with the Spirit, says "Come".
Naw...The Daughter of Jerusalem is only ever a reference to God's chosen people, Israel...Anything is is just wishful thinking...
That's quite a sensuous picture of a Queen; supposedly the sexless Mary of Rome...
(BTW. The verse references were wrong.)
1 Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.
2 My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.
4 Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
5 Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.
6 Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them.
7 As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.
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?
11 I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished and the pomegranates budded.
12 Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.
13 Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.
Song of Solomon 8 King James Version (KJV)
1 O that thou wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother!
when I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; yea, I should not be despised.
2 I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother's house, who would instruct me:
I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.
3 His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.
4 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.