Song of Songs 1
The Church's love unto Christ.
Song of Songs 1:1 The song of songs, which [is] Solomons. Song of Songs 1:2 Let him kisse mee with the kisses of his mouth: for thy Loue [is] better then wine. Song of Songs 1:3 Because of the sauour of thy good ointments, thy name is [as] ointment powred forth, therefore doe the virgins loue thee. Song of Songs 1:4 Draw me, we will runne after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and reioyce in thee, we wil remember thy loue more then wine: the vpright loue thee.
She confesseth her deformity,
Song of Songs 1:5 I [am] blacke, but comely, (O ye daughters of Ierusalem) as the tents of Kedar, as the curtaines of Solomon. Song of Songs 1:6 Looke not vpon me because I [am] blacke, because the Sunne hath looked vpon me: my mothers children were angry with me, they made me the keeper of the vineyards, [but] mine owne vineyard haue I not kept.
and prayeth to be directed to his flock.
Song of Songs 1:7 Tell me, (O thou whom my soule loueth) where thou feedest, where thou makest [thy flocke] to rest at noone: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flockes of thy companions?
Christ directeth her to the shepherd's tents:
Song of Songs 1:8 If thou know not (O thou fairest among women) goe thy way forth by the footsteps of the flocke, and feede thy kiddes beside the shepheards tents.
and shewing his love to her,
Song of Songs 1:9 I haue compared thee, O my loue, to a company of horses in Pharaohs chariots. Song of Songs 1:10 Thy cheekes are comely with rowes of [iewels], thy necke with chaines [of golde].
giveth her gracious promises.
Song of Songs 1:11 Wee will make thee borders of golde, with studdes of siluer.
The Church and Christ congratulate one another.
Song of Songs 1:12 While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth foorth the smell thereof. Song of Songs 1:13 A bundle of myrrhe [is] my welbeloued vnto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts. Song of Songs 1:14 My beloued [is] vnto me, [as] a cluster of Camphire in the vineyards of Engedi. Song of Songs 1:15 Behold, thou [art] faire, my loue: behold, thou [art] faire, thou [hast] doues eyes. Song of Songs 1:16 Behold, thou [art] faire, my beloued; yea pleasant: also our bedde [is] greene. Song of Songs 1:17 The beames of our house are Cedar, [and] our rafters of firre.