Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that ruined the vineyards.

Song of Songs chapter 2, verse 15.

Welcome to this daily encouragement from our daily bread.

Catch the Little Foxes was written by Brent Hackett and read by Wes Ward.

Song of Sogs, Chapter 2, verses 8 through 15.

Listen, my beloved, look, here he comes, leaping across the mountains, bounding over the hills.

My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look, there he stands behind our wall,

gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice. My beloved spoke and said to me,

Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, come with me. See, the winter is past. The rains are over and gone. Flowers appear on

the earth. The season of singing has come. The cooing of doves is heard in our land. The fig tree

forms its early fruit. The blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, come, my darling, my beautiful one,

come with me. My dove in the clefts of the rock in the hiding places on the mountainside,

show me your face. Let me hear your voice, for your voice is sweet and your face is lovely. Catch for us the foxes. The little foxes

that ruin the vineyards, our vineyards that are in bloom. Catch the Little Foxes, written by

Brent Hackett.

It's the little foxes that spoil the vine, my grandmother used to say.

Then my mom repeated the same thing, and now I say it to my own children.

But what does it mean to beware of, the little foxes?

After planting great vines, it can take several years before they bear fruit.

The vines require a lot of patience, care, watering, pruning, and protection.

Foxes, even though small, can cause major damage by destroying the roots, eating the grapes, or chewing the stalk.

In the poetic love story of the Song of Songs, Solomon warns, catch for us the foxes,

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