Song of Songs 8
The love of the Church to Christ.
Song of Songs 8:1 O that thou [wert] as my brother that sucked the brests of my mother, [when] I should find thee without, I would kisse thee, yet I should not be despised. Song of Songs 8:2 I would leade thee, [and] bring thee into my mothers house, [who] would instruct me: I would cause thee to drinke of spiced wine, of the iuice of my pomegranate. Song of Songs 8:3 His left hand [should be] vnder my head, and his right hand should embrace me. Song of Songs 8:4 I charge you, O daughters of Ierusalem, that ye stirre not vp, nor awake [my] loue vntill he please. Song of Songs 8:5 (Who is this that commeth vp from the wildernesse, leaning vpon her beloued?) I raised thee vp vnder the apple tree: there thy mother brought thee forth, there she brought thee forth, [that] bare thee.
The vehemency of love.
Song of Songs 8:6 Set mee as a seale vpon thine heart, as a seale vpon thine arme: for loue [is] strong as death, iealousie [is] cruel as the graue: the coales thereof [are] coales of fire, [which hath] a most vehement flame. Song of Songs 8:7 Many waters cannot quench loue, neither can the floods drowne it: if a man would giue all the substance of his house for loue, it would vtterly be contemned.
The calling of the Gentiles.
Song of Songs 8:8 We [haue] a litle sister, and shee [hath] no breasts: what shall we doe for our sister, in the day when she shall bee spoken for? Song of Songs 8:9 If she [be] a wall, we will build vpon her a palace of siluer: and if she [bee] a dore, we will inclose her with boards of Cedar. Song of Songs 8:10 I [am] a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found fauour. Song of Songs 8:11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon, hee let out the vineyard vnto keepers: euery one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand [pieces] of siluer. Song of Songs 8:12 My vineyard which [is] mine, [is] before me: thou (O Solomon) [must haue] a thousand, and those that keepe the fruit thereof, two hundred. Song of Songs 8:13 Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: cause me to heare [it].
The Church prayeth for Christ's coming.
Song of Songs 8:14 Make haste, my beloued, and be thou like to a Roe, or to a yong Hart vpon the mountaines of spices.