Song of Songs 1
The Church's love unto Christ.
Song of Songs 1:1 The Song of songs, which is Solomon's. Song of Songs 1:2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; For thy love is better than wine. Song of Songs 1:3 Thine oils have a goodly fragrance; Thy name is [as] oil poured forth; Therefore do the virgins love thee. Song of Songs 1:4 Draw me; we will run after thee: The king hath brought me into his chambers; We will be glad and rejoice in thee; We will make mention of thy love more than of wine: Rightly do they love thee.
She confesseth her deformity,
Song of Songs 1:5 I am black, but comely, Oh ye daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Kedar, As the curtains of Solomon. Song of Songs 1:6 Look not upon me, because I am swarthy, Because the sun hath scorched me. My mother's sons were incensed against me; They made me keeper of the vineyards; [But] mine own vineyard have I not kept.
and prayeth to be directed to his flock.
Song of Songs 1:7 Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, Where thou feedest [thy flock], Where thou makest [it] to rest at noon: For why should I be as one that is veiled Beside the flocks 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, Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents.
and shewing his love to her,
Song of Songs 1:9 I have compared thee, O my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots. Song of Songs 1:10 Thy cheeks are comely with plaits [of hair], Thy neck with strings of jewels.
giveth her gracious promises.
Song of Songs 1:11 We will make thee plaits of gold With studs of silver.
The Church and Christ congratulate one another.
Song of Songs 1:12 While the king sat at his table, My spikenard sent forth its fragrance. Song of Songs 1:13 My beloved is unto me [as] a bundle of myrrh, That lieth betwixt my breasts. Song of Songs 1:14 My beloved is unto me [as] a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of En-gedi. Song of Songs 1:15 Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold thou art fair; Thine eyes are [as] doves. Song of Songs 1:16 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: Also our couch is green. Song of Songs 1:17 The beams of our house are cedars, [And] our rafters are firs.