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 lily of the valleys. Song of Songs 2:2 As the lily among thorns, so [is] my love among the daughters. Song of Songs 2:3 As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so [is] my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit [was] sweet to my taste. Song of Songs 2:4 He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me [was] love. Song of Songs 2:5 Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I [am] sick of love. Song of Songs 2:6 His left hand [is] under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me. Song of Songs 2:7 I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, till he please.
Song of Songs 2:8 The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills. Song of Songs 2:9 My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.
and calling of the Church.
Song of Songs 2:10 My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. Song of Songs 2:11 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over [and] gone; Song of Songs 2:12 The flowers appear 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 forth her green figs, and the vines [with] the tender grape give a [good] smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Christ's care of the Church.
Song of Songs 2:14 O my dove, [that art] in the clefts of the rock, in the secret [places] of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet [is] thy voice, and thy countenance [is] comely. Song of Songs 2:15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines [have] tender grapes.
The profession of the Church, her faith and hope.
Song of Songs 2:16 My beloved [is] mine, and I [am] his: he feedeth among the lilies. Song of Songs 2:17 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.