Woman of little worth; you go chasing relationship, after relationship, after relationship, searching for love like a bee seeks after nectar. Honey, you will never find. A Queen bee does not sought after nectar, instead, she waits until the worker bees feed her. She is never buzzing around. When will you realise that you are a Queen, Daughter of The King.
I stand at the door and knock, but you never answer. I wait at the table, but you never eat with me. My arms are stretched wide, but you never embrace me. You long for the pursuit of man, but fail to see that I’ve been pursuing you all along.
Come, my daughter. You are my bride.
I will clothe you and feed you; for your value comes from my word, and from my word alone.
Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies.