Song of Songs 2
The mutual love of Christ and his Church.
Song of Songs 2:1 I [Am] the rose of Sharon, [and] the lillie of the valleys. Song of Songs 2:2 As the lillie among thornes, so [is] my loue among the daughters. Song of Songs 2:3 As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so [is] my beloued among the sonnes. I sate downe vnder his shadow with great delight, and his fruit [was] sweete to my taste. Song of Songs 2:4 Hee brought me to the banketting house, and his banner ouer mee, [was] loue. Song of Songs 2:5 Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I [am] sicke of loue. Song of Songs 2:6 His left hand [is] vnder my head, and his right hand doeth imbrace me. Song of Songs 2:7 I charge you, O ye daughters of Ierusalem, by the Roes, and by the hindes of the field, that ye stirre not vp, nor awake [my] loue, till she please.
Song of Songs 2:8 The voice of my beloued! behold! hee commeth leaping vpon the mountaines, skipping vpon the hils. Song of Songs 2:9 My beloued is like a Roe, or a yong Hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh foorth at the windowe, shewing himselfe through the lattesse.
and calling of the Church.
Song of Songs 2:10 My beloued spake, and said vnto me, Rise vp, my Loue, my faire one, and come away. Song of Songs 2:11 For loe, the winter is past, the raine is ouer, [and] gone. Song of Songs 2:12 The flowers appeare on the earth, the time of the singing [of birds] is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land. Song of Songs 2:13 The fig tree putteth foorth her greene figs, and the vines [with] the tender grape giue a [good] smell. Arise, my loue, my faire one, and come away.
Christ's care of the Church.
Song of Songs 2:14 O my doue! [that art] in the clefts of the rocke, in the secret [places] of the staires: let me see thy countenance, let me heare thy voice, for sweet [is] thy voice, and thy countenance [is] comely. Song of Songs 2:15 Take vs the foxes, the litle foxes, that spoile the vines: for our vines [haue] tender grapes.
The profession of the Church, her faith and hope.
Song of Songs 2:16 My beloued [is] mine, and I [am] his: he feedeth among the lillies. Song of Songs 2:17 Untill the day breake, and the shadowes flee away: turne my beloued and be thou like a Roe, or a yong Hart, vpon the mountaines of Bether.