His Left Hand Is Under My Head, and His Right Hand Doth Embrace Me — Song of Solomon 2:6
This verse from the Song of Solomon paints an intimate and comforting picture of deep love. “His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.”
You’re not just reading poetry here—you’re stepping into a moment of rest, protection, and affection.
Are you allowing yourself to long for this kind of closeness?
This is the kind of closeness your soul longs for.
It’s more than romantic imagery. It reveals the tender, steady love of Jesus Christ for His bride—the Church.
Are you the Church? You certainly are if you’re blood bought by The Lord Jesus Christ.
You can read this as a whisper from the heart of God to you personally. His left hand—symbolizing support and strength—is cradling your head, the very seat of your thoughts and burdens.
He knows how heavy your mind can get. He’s there to hold it all up.
Then there’s His right hand, drawing you close in a loving embrace. That’s the power of His presence, not distant or indifferent, but near, wrapping you in warmth and grace.
You’re not clinging to Him—He’s holding you.
That’s the difference. His embrace doesn’t falter when you’re weak. It tightens.
This is where you find rest. Not in striving. Not in perfection.
But in surrender. When you stop trying to hold yourself together, He does it for you. His embrace becomes your shelter from fear, your peace in the storm, and your reassurance that you’re never alone.
His Left Hand Is Under My Head, and His Right Hand Doth Embrace Me — Song of Solomon 2:6
I didn’t always rest easy. My mind used to race, my thoughts tormented me like a storm that wouldn’t quit. I carried burdens I never talked about—quiet fears, silent doubts, and battles I fought alone.
But “His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.”
I can see Him—Jesus—gently sliding His hand under my head, not forcing anything, just supporting me where I am weak. He doesn’t ask me to be strong. He is strong for me.
And then I feel His right arm wrap around me. Not a half-hearted touch, not a distant nod. A full embrace. Strong, sure, unshakable.
That right there is when I can stop thinking and feeling like it’s up to me to hold myself together. Jesus is holding me.
It’s in that embrace that I find peace. It doesn’t necessarily make life or situations any easier. It’s peace standing in the middle of the storm. Because I know Jesus is close.
When I’m weary, He lifts me. When I’m anxious, He steadies me. When I feel unworthy, His arms tell me I’m wanted.
And in that place, I’m safe.