“Through kindness and truth, iniquity will be forgiven, and through fear of HaShem one turns from evil.” Mishlei (Proverbs) 16:6
This Op is a follow up to the previous Op discussing Pesach (Passover) which is coming up very shortly. I have included in this Op all eight chapters of the book of the Song of Songs, which you may know as the Song of Solomon. Why am I highlighting this book?
From the book titled ‘The Book of Our Heritage the Jewish Year and its Days of Significance’ by Rabbi Eliyahu Kittov, “It is customary to read Shir Ha-Shirim (Song of Songs) on the first night of Pesach at the end of the Seder.”
Rabbi Kitov further explains why it is customary to read the Song of Songs: “The Song of Songs embodies the entire Torah, the story of the exile in Egypt, and the redemption of Israel from there, as well as from the other oppressors, so that by reading it we are enhancing the mitzvah of recounting the story of the Exodus.”
Additionally, reading the Song of Songs one can see the complete and total affection HaShem has for His people, Israel, comprised of everyone, regardless of DNA, who have chosen to serve HaShem and make Him their King! Further, the Song of Songs is full of allusions and references to the Final Redemption and to Messiah and His coming to gather all of Israel home into the Land, may it be so VERY soon in our days!
You may wonder why I have used pictures of roses in this Op. It is because HaShem likens Israel to a blooming rose in the desert, which you will see in various chapters of the Song of Songs. But before we jump into this, always remember the following:
– HaShem never changes per Num 23:19/Mal 3:6/Hebrews 13:8/James 1:17
– His Word is firmly established per Psalm 119:89
– He reveals the end out of the beginning per Is 46:10
– He does nothing without first revealing it to His prophets per Amos 3:7
– He says there is nothing new under the sun per Ecclesiastes 1:9
– He says His Torah is eternal per Proverbs 3:19 and Psalm 119:160
– He says His Torah is perfect and restores the soul per Psalm 19:7
– He says His Torah makes the simple one wise per Psalm 19:7
– He says His Torah Is freedom and liberty per Psalm Ps 119:45 and James 1:25
– He says His Torah is the only good doctrine there is Proverbs 4:2
– He says His Torah will add length of days and years of life and peace per Proverbs 3:2
– He says all of the ways of His Torah are ways of pleasantness and peace per Proverbs 3:17
– He says His Torah is for our good and well-being per Deuteronomy 6:24
– He says His Torah is health for our lives per Proverbs 3:8
– He says His Torah is life to our soul and a graceful ornament for our neck per Prov 3:22
– He says His Torah is better than pearls and all desires cannot compare to it per Prov 8:11
– He says those who walk with His Torah are praiseworthy per Psalms 119:1
– He says observing His Torah is how we purify our path per Psalms 119:9
– He says His Torah is better than thousands in gold and silver per Psalms 119:72
– He says His Torah brings abundant peace to those who love Him and His Torah per Psalms 119:165
– He says there is one Torah for all per Exodus 12:49/Leviticus 24:22
– He says those who hate His Torah love death per Proverbs 8:36
Let’s now explore all eight chapters of the Song of Songs! I hope and pray you will be blessed! Baruch HaShem!
Shir HaShirim 1:1-17 says “The song that excels all songs dedicated to HaShem, the King to Whom peace belongs.
(Israel) Communicate Your innermost wisdom to me again in loving closeness, for Your friendship is dearer than all earthly delights. Like the scent of goodly oils is the spreading fame of Your great deeds; Your very Name is Flowing Oil, therefore have nations loved You.
Upon perceiving a mere hint that You wished to draw me, we rushed with perfect faith after You into the wilderness. The King brought me into His cloud-pillared chamber; whatever our travail we shall always be glad and rejoice in Your Torah. We recall Your love more than earthly delights, unrestrainedly do they love You.
Though I am black with sin, I am comely with virtue, O nations who are destined to ascend to Jerusalem; though sullied as the tents of Kedar, I will be immaculate as the draperies of Shlomo (Solomon). Do not view me with contempt despite my swarthiness, for it is but the sun which has glared upon me. The alien children of my mother were incensed with me and made me a keeper of the vineyards of idols, but the vineyard of my own true Elohim I did not keep.
Tell me, You Whom my soul loves: Where will You graze Your flock? Where will You rest them under the fiercest sun of harshest Exile? Why shall I be like one veiled in mourning among the flocks of Your fellow shepherds?
(HaShem) If you know not where to graze, o fairest of nations, follow the footsteps of the sheep, your forefathers who traced a straight, unswerving path after My Torah. Then you can graze your tender kids even among the dwellings of foreign shepherds.
With My mighty steeds who battled Pharoah’s riders I revealed that you (Israel) are My beloved. Your cheeks are lovely with rows of gems, your neck with necklaces, My gifts to you from the splitting sea, by inducing Pharaoh to engage in pursuit, to add circlets of gold to your spangles of silver.
(Israel) While the King was yet at Sinai my malodrous deed gave forth its scent as my Golden Calf defiled the covenant. But my Beloved responded with a bundle of myrrh, the fragrant atonement of erecting a Tabernacle where His Presence would dwell amid the Holy Ark’s staves. Like a cluster of henna in Ein Gedi vineyards has my Beloved multiplied His forgiveness to me.
I forgive you, My friend, for you are lovely in deed and lovely in resolve. The righteous among you are loyal as a dove.
It is You Who are lovely, my Beloved, so pleasant that You pardoned my sin enabling our Temple to make me ever fresh. The beams of our House are cedar, our panels are cypress.”
Shir HaShirim 2:1-17 says “I am but a rose of Sharon, even an ever fresh rose of the valleys. Like the rose maintaining its beauty among the thorns, so is My faithful beloved among the nations.
(Israel) Like the fruitful fragrant apple tree among the barren trees of the forest, so is my Beloved among the gods. In His shade I delighted and there I sat, and the fruit of His Torah was sweet to my palate. He brought me to the chamber of Torah delights and clustered my encampments about Him in love.
Sustain me in exile with dainty cakes, spread fragrant apples about me to comfort my dispersion, for bereft of Your Presence, I am sick with love. With memories of His loving support in the desert, of His left hand under my head, of His right hand enveloping me. I adjure you, O nations who are destined to ascend to Jerusalem, lest you become as defenseless as gazelles or hinds of the field, if you dare cause hatred or disturb this love while it yet gratifies.
The voice of my Beloved! Behold it came suddenly to redeem me, as if leaping over mountains, skipping over hills. In His swiftness to redeem me, my Beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart. I thought I would be forever alone, but behold! He was standing behind our wall, observing through the windows, peering through the lattices.
My Beloved called out and said to me: ‘Arise My love, My fair one, and go forth. For the winter of bondage has passed, the deluge of suffering is over and gone. The righteous blossoms are seen in the land, the time of your song has arrived, and the voice of your guide is heard in the land. The fig tree has formed its first small figs, ready for ascent to the Temple. The vines are in blossom, their fragrance declaring they are ready for libation. Arise My love, My fair one and go forth!’
O My dove, trapped at the sea as if in the clefts of the rock, the concealment of the terrace. Show Me your prayerful gaze, let Me hear your supplicating voice, for your voice is sweet and your countenance comely. Seize for us the Egyptian foxes, even the small foxes who spoiled Israel’s vineyards while our vineyards had just begun to blossom.
My Beloved is mine, He fills all my needs and I seek from Him and none other. He grazes me in rose like bounty. Until my sin blows His friendship away and sears me like the midday sun and His protection departs, my sin caused Him to turn away. My Beloved, You became like a gazelle or a young hart on the distant mountains..”
Shir HaShirim chapter 3:1-11 says “As I lay on my bed in the night of my desert travail, I sought Him Whom my soul loves. I sought Him but I found Him not, for He maintained His aloofness. I resolved to arise then, and roam through the city, in the streets and squares; that I would seek through Moshe (Torah), Him Whom my soul loved. I sought Him, but I found Him not.
They found me, Moshe and Aaron, the watchmen patrolling the city. ‘You have seen Him Whom my soul loves, what has He said?’ Scarcely had I departed from them when, in the days of Yehoshua (Joshua), I found Him Whom my soul loves. I grasped Him, determined that my deeds would never again cause me to lose hold of Him, until I brought His Presence to the Tabernacle of my mother and to the chamber of her that conceived me.
I adjure you, O nations (Gentiles) who are destined to ascend to Jerusalem, lest you become as defenseless as gazelles or hinds of the field, if you dare cause hatred or disturb this love while it yet gratifies.
(Quoting the Gentiles) ‘Who is this ascending from the desert, its way secured and smoothed by palm like pillars of smoke, burning fragrant myrrh and frankincense, of all the perfumer’s powders?’
(Israel) Behold the resting place of Shlomo (Tend of Meeting), with sixty myriads (refers to the sixty Hebrew letters of the Priestly blessing) of Israel’s mighty encircling it. All of them gripping the sword of tradition, skilled in the battle of Torah (Those who know how to dispute in the warfare of Torah), each with his sword ready at his side for fear lest he succumb in the nights of exile.
A Tabernacle for His Presence has the King Shlomo made of the wood of Lebanon. Its pillars He made of silver, His resting place was gold, its suspended curtain was purple wool, its midst was decked with implements bespeaking love by the daughters of Jerusalem.
Go forth and gaze, O daughters distinguished by loyalty to HaShem, upon the King Shlomo adorned with the crown His nation made Him, on the day His Torah was given and He became one with Israel, and on the day His heart was gladdened by His Tabernacle’s consecration.'”
Shir HaShirim 4:1-16 says “(HaShem) Behold, you are lovely My friend, behold you are lovely, your very appearance radiates dove like constancy from behind your modest veil. The most common sons within your encampments are as dearly beloved are as dearly beloved as the children of Jacob in the goat like procession descending the slopes of Gilead Mountain.
Accountable in deed are your fiercest warriors like a well numbered flock come up from the washing, all of them unblemished with no miscarriage of action in them (This allegorizes the mighty warriors of Israel who figuratively tear apart and consume their enemies round about them with their teeth but refrain from stealing and lewdness so they do not become tainted by sin).
Like the scarlet thread, guarantor of Rachav’s safety, is the sincerity of your lips, and your word is unfeigned. As many as a pomegranate’s seeds are the merits of your unworthiest within your modest veil. As stated as the Tower of David is the site of your Sanhedrin built as a model to emulate, with a thousand shields of Torah armor hung upon it, all the disciple filled quivers of the mighty. Moshe and Aaron, your two sustainers, are like two fawns, twins of the gazelle, who graze their sheep in rose like bounty.
Until My sunny benevolence was withdrawn from Shiloh and the protective shadows were dispersed by your sin. I will go to Mount Moriah ( The Temple on the Temple Mount in Jerusalem) and the hill of frankincense where you will be completely fair My beloved, and no blemish will be in you.
With Me will you be exiled from the Temple, O bride, with Me from the Temple until you return; then to contemplate fruits of your faith from its earliest beginnings from your first arrival at the summit of Snir and the mountain of Hermon, the lands of mighty Sichon and Og, as impregnable dens of lions, and mountains of leopards.
You captured My heart, My sister, O bride; you captured My heart with but on of your virtues, with but one of the precepts that adorn you like beads of a necklace resplendent. How fair was your love in so many settings, My sister, O bride; so superior is your love to wine and your spreading fame to all perfumes.
The sweetness of Torah drops from your lips, like honey and milk it lies under your tongue; your very garments are scented with precepts like the scent of Lebanon (He is talking about the incense offerings in the Temple as well as the aroma of the offerings on the Altar).
As chaste as a garden locked, My sister, O bride; a spring locked up, a fountain sealed. Your least gifted ones are a pomegranate orchard with luscious fruit, henna with nard. Nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes with all the chief spices. Purified in the garden spring a well of waters alive, and flowing clean from Lebanon (The Temple).
Awake from the north and come from the south! Like winds let My exiles return to My garden, let their fragrant goodness flow in Jerusalem. (Israel) Let but my Beloved come to His garden and enjoy His precious people.”
Shir HaShirim/Song of Songs 5: 1-16 says (HaShem) “To your Tabernacle Dedication, My sister, O bride, I came as if to My garden. I gathered My myrrh with My spice from your princely incense; I accepted your unbidden as well as your bidden offerings to Me; I drank your libations pure as milk. Eat, My beloved kohen! Drink and become HaShem intoxicated, O friends (an allegory for a spiritual intoxication resulting from the love of HaShem)!
(Israel) I let my devotion slumber, but the Elohim of my heart was awake! My Beloved knocks! ‘Open your heart to Me, My sister, My love, My dove, My perfection; admit Me and My head is filled with dew like memories of Abraham; spurn me and I bear collections of punishing rains in exile nights.’ I have doffed my robe of devotion; how can I don it? I have washed my feet that trod Your path; how can I soil them?
In anger at my recalcitrance, my Beloved sent forth His hand from the portal in wrath, and my intestines churned with longing for Him. I arose to open for my Beloved and my hands dripped myrrh of repentant devotion to Torah and Elohim and my fingers flowing with myrrh to remove the traces of my foolish rebuke from the handles of the lock. I opened for my Beloved; but, alas, my Beloved had turned His back on my plea and gone. My soul departed at His decree! I sought His closeness but could not fine it; I beseeched Him but He would not answer.
They found me, the enemy watchmen patrolling the city; they struck me, they bloodied me wreaking Elohim’s revenge on me. They stripped y mantle of holiness from me, the angelic watchmen of the wall.
I adjure you, O gentiles who are destined to ascend to Jerusalem, when you see my Beloved on the future Day of Judgment, won’t you tell Him that I bore all travails for love of Him?
(Gentiles) With what does your beloved Elohim excel all others that you suffer for His Name, O fairest of nations? With what does your beloved Elohim excel all others that you dare to adjure us?
(Israel) My Beloved is pure and purifies sin, and ruddy with vengeance to punish betrayers, surrounded with myriad angels. His opening words were finest gold, His crowns hold mounds of statues written in raven black flame.
Like the gaze of doves toward their cotes, His eyes are fixed on the waters of Torah, bathing all things in clarity, established upon creation’s fullness. Like a bed of spices are His words at Sinai, like towers of perfume. His comforting words from the Tabernacle are roses dripping flowing myrrh. The tablets, His handiwork, are desirable above even rolls of fine gold; they are studded with commandments precious as gems, the Torah’s innards are sparkling as ivory intricately overlaid with precious stone.
The Torah’s columns are marble set in contexts of pure gold, its contemplation flowers like Lebanon, it is sturdy as cedars. The words of His palate are sweet and He is all delight. THIS is my Beloved and THIS is my Friend, O gentiles who are destined to ascend to Jerusalem.”
Shir HaShirim 6:1-12 which says “(Gentiles) Where has your Beloved gone, O forsaken fairest among women? Where has your Beloved turned to rejoin you? Let us seek Him with you and build His Temple with you!
***MY NOTE: This proves here that gentiles are more than welcome to serve HaShem BUT they must join Israel and live as He has commanded Israel to live i.e. keep His Torah! His people are NOT those who toss Torah aside and declare it fulfilled and rendered obsolete!
(Israel) My Beloved has descended to His Temple garden, to His incense altar, yet still He grazes my brethren remaining in the gardens of exile to gather the roseate fragrance of their words of Torah. I alone am my Beloved’s and my Beloved is mine, He Who grazes His sheep in rose like pastures.
(HaShem) You are beautiful My love when your deeds are pleasing, as comely now as once you were in Jerusalem of old, hosts of angels stand in awe of you. Turn your pleading eyes from Me lest I be tempted to bestow upon you holiness more than you can bear.
But with all your flaws, your most common cons are as dearly beloved as the children of Jacob in the goat like procession descending the slopes of Gilead Mountain. Your mighty leaders are perfect, as a flock of ewes come up from the washing all of them unblemished with no miscarriage of action in them.
As many as a pomegranate’s seeds (Pomegranates are an idiom for performing the commandments of the Torah as Pomegranates traditionally have 613 seeds. Remember one of the ornaments on the garments of the High Priest are pomegranates in between bells on the hem of the garment) are the merits of your unworthiest within your modest veil. The queenly offering of Abraham are sixty (The family heads who descended from Abraham from both Isaac and Ishmael were sixty persons), compared to whom the eighty Noachides (Noah and his descendants until Abraham were eighty) and all their countless nations are like concubines.Unique is she, My constant dove, My perfect one. Unique is she, this nation striving for the truth (Torah) pure is she to Jacob who begot her. Gentiles saw her and acclaimed her; queens and concubines and praised her; ‘Who is this that gazes down from atop the Temple Mount, brightening like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, brilliant as the sun, awesome as the bannered (A Hebraic idiom to mean who is this awesome nation i.e. Israel who went from slavery to great heights as HaShem’s people into liberty and freedom. To raise a banner in Hebrew is an idiom for freedom and liberty. It can also be an idiom for the Messiah), it hosts of kings?’
I descended upon the deceptively simple holiness of the Second Temple to see your moisture laden deeds in valleys. Had your Torah scholars budded on the vine, had your merit laden righteous flowered like the pomegranates filled with seeds?
(Israel) Alas, I knew not how to guard myself from sin! My own devices harnessed me, like chariots subject to a foreign nation’s mercies.”
Shir HaShirim 7:1-14 says “(Gentiles) Turn away, turn away from HaShem, O nation whose faith in Him is perfect, turn away, turn away, and we shall choose nobility from you. (Gee sounds just like Replacement Theology Christendom today who are desperately trying to separate Israel from HaShem and His Torah in order to embrace the Torahless one i.e. the False Messiah!)
(Israel) What can you bestow upon a nation whole in faith to Him commensurate even with the desert camps encircling? (In other words ‘What good is it to you, O you false prophets, to mislead the people of Jerusalem by means of your messages of prophecy which you utter in rebellion against HaShem, and to defile the camp of Judah and Israel?’)
(Gentiles) But your footsteps were so lovely when shod in pilgrim’s sandals, O daughter of nobles. The rounded shafts for your libation’s abyss like trenches, handiwork of the Master Craftsman. At earth’s very center your Sanhedrin site is an ivory basin of ceaseless, flowing teaching, your national center an indispensable heap of nourishing knowledge hedged about with roses (The words of Torah are as delicate as roses). Your twin sustainers, the Tablets of the Torah, are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle (An idiom for King and Kohen HaGadol/High Priest complementing each other and striving for mutuality: The King in affairs of state, and the High Priest in the service of HaShem).
Your altar and Temple, erect and stately as an ivory tower; your wise men aflow with springs of complex wisdom at the gate of the many peopled city, your face like a Lebanese tower, looks to your future boundary as as Damascus (In the Messianic Era the borders of Israel will expand to their entirety in which HaShem initially decreed to Abraham).
The G-dly name on your head is as mighty as Carmel; your crowning braid is royal purple, your King is bound in nazarite tresses. How beautiful and pleasant are you, befitting the pleasures of spiritual love. Such is your stature, likened to a towering palm tree, from your teachers flow sustenance like wine filled clusters.
(HaShem) I boast on High that your deeds cause Me to ascend on your palm tree, I grasp onto your branches. I beg now your teachers that they may remain like clusters of grapes from which flow strength to your weakest ones, and the fragrance of your face like apples, and may your utterance be like finest wine.
(Israel to HaShem) I shall heed Your plea to uphold my faith before my Beloved in love so upright and honest that my slumbering fathers will move their lips in approval.
(Israel to the Gentiles) I am my Beloved’s and He longs for my perfection.
Israel to HaShem) Come my Beloved, let us go the fields where Your children serve You in want, there let us lodge with Esau’s children (Unbelievers in HaShem) who are blessed with plenty yet still deny.
Let us wake at dawn in the vineyards of prayer and study. Let us see if students of Writ have budded, if students of Oral Torah have blossomed, if ripened scholars have bloomed, there I will display my finest products to You (This is straight out of the Hebrew text! I did not interpret this and add it according to my desires. This is directly from the text! What does this mean as it pertains to HaShem and the Oral Torah? The commentary on this verse says: The stages of the ripening grape are: budding, flowering, fruiting and symbolize the progress of the developing Torah scholars, from Scripture to Mishnah to Talmud). All my baskets, good and bad, emit a fragrance, all at our doors have the precious fruits of comely deeds, those the Scribes have newly ordained and Your Torah’s timeless wisdom, for You, Beloved, has my heart stored them.”
Shir HaShirim chapter 8:1-14 “(Israel to HaShem) If only, despite my wrongs, You could comfort me as Joseph did, like a brother nurtured at the bosom of my mother, if in the streets I found Your prophets I would kiss You and embrace You through them, nor could anyone despise me for it. I would lead You, I would bring You to my mother’s Temple for You to teach me as You did in Moshe’s Tent (Tabernacle), to drink I’d give You spiced libations, wines like pomegranate nectar.
Despite my laments in Exile, His left hand supports my head and His right hand embraces me in support. I adjure you, O gentiles destined to ascend to Jerusalem, to what vain purpose do you dare cause hatred or disturb this love while it yet gratifies?
(HaShem to Israel) How worthy she is who rises from the desert bearing Torah and His Presence, clinging to her Beloved!
(Israel to HaShem) Under Sinai suspended above me, there I roused Your love, there was Your people born a mother to other gentiles, there she endured the travail of her birth. For the sake of my love, place me like a seal on Your heart, like a seal to dedicate Your strength for me, for strong ‘Till death is my love though their zeal for vengeance is hard as the grave, its flashes are flashes of fire from the flame of Elohim. Many waters of heathen tribulation cannot extinguish the fire of this love, nor rivers of royal seduction or torture wash it away.’ (This speaks to the hatred and jealousy the gentiles have against Israel and their burning hatred for HaShem and His Torah. Further it speaks to Israel’s steadfast devotion, loyalty and love to HaShem, our Beloved in that even being offered royal goods or being tortured will not separate all of Israel from HaShem!)
(HaShem to Israel) Were any man to offer all the treasure of his home to entice you away from your love, they would scorn him to extreme (Any gentile nation or religious system i.e. Christendom, that attempts to entice Israel away from HaShem and His Torah will be laughed at and utterly ridiculed for being foolish enough to make the attempt. Torah hating Christendom had better pay attention!)Israel desires to cleave to us (Torah), the small and humble one, but her time of spiritual maturity has not come (Speaking of the final Redemption). What shall we (Exiles of Israel scattered abroad the world) do for our cleaving one on the day the nations plot against her (All of Israel)?
If her faith and belief are strong as a wall withstanding incursions from without, we shall become her fortress and beauty, building her City (Jerusalem) and Holy Temple; but if she wavers like a door, succumbing to every alien knock, with fragile cedar panels, shall we then enclose her (If Israel repents and returns to HaShem and His Torah THEN He will rebuild the city and the Temple, but if she does not then her Exile will continue).
(Israel to HaShem) My faith is firm as a wall, and my nourishing synagogues and study halls are strong as towers! Then, having said so, I become in His eyes like a Bride found perfect. (Again we see the connection of Israel + Torah = being His Bride. Can the Torahless Church be the bride? Not a chance in Hades!).
Israel was Shlomo’s (Solomon’s) vineyard in populous Jerusalem. He gave His vineyard to harsh, cruel guardians (Babylon, Media, Greece and Edom i.e. Rome/Christendom); each one came to extort his fruit, even a thousand silver pieces.
(HaShem to Israel) The Vineyard is Mine! Your iniquities are before Me! The thousand pieces of silver are Yours, Shlomo, and two hundred more to the Sages who guarded the fruit of Torah from our designs (HaShem will demand the gentile nations and religious systems who have afflicted, stolen, manipulated and killed Israel while in Exile will be required to pay back in full all they stole plus add a fifth on top of it!)
O My beloved dwelling in far flung gardens, your fellows, the angels hearken to your voice of Torah and prayer. Let Me hear it that they may then sanctify Me. (Interesting the angels hearken to our voices of Torah and prayer. We have been told Torah is miserable bondage that is no longer relevant and Paul called dung. So why would the angels respond to our voices of Torah if its all done away with as Replacement Theology teaches?)
(Israel to HaShem) Flee, my Beloved, from our common Exile and be like a gazelle or a young hart in Your swiftness to redeem and rest Your Presence among us on the fragrant Mount Moriah, site of Your Temple.”
I hope you can see the once again the incredible lengths HaShem has gone to get us to understand He means what He says and says what He means? In the Seder He uses all of our senses i.e. visual, taste, smell, feel, etc to experience His promises of liberation and redemption. Here in the Song of Songs He again is using the image, texture and the fragrance of roses to help us experience His feelings towards His people, Israel! Baruch HaShem! He uses ALL of His creation to communicate with us, if we will just slow down and listen!
May our Final Redemption be SO very soon in these very dark and difficult times!
Much to consider!
- Mishlei (Proverbs) by Artscroll
- The Song of Songs by Artscroll
- The Book of Our Heritage the Jewish Year and its Days of Significance by Rabbi Eliyahu Kitov