Song of Songs 5
Christ awaketh the Church with his calling.
Song of Songs 5:1 I am come into my garden, O my sister, my spouse, I haue gathered my Myrre with my spice: I haue eate hony with my hony combe, I haue drunke my wine with my milke: Eate O ye frendes, drinke and be merie O ye beloued.
The Church having a taste of Christ's love is sick of love.
Song of Songs 5:2 I am a sleepe, but my heart is waking: I heare the voyce of my beloued when he knocketh, saying, Open to me O my sister, my loue, my doue, my dearling: for my head is full of deawe, and the lockes of my heere are full of the nyght doppes. Song of Songs 5:3 I haue put of my coate, howe can I do it on agayne? I haue washed my feete, howe shall I fyle them agayne? Song of Songs 5:4 My loue put in his hande at the hole, and my heart was moued within me. Song of Songs 5:5 I stoode vp to open vnto my beloued, and my handes dropped with Myrre, & the Myrre ranne downe my fingers vpon the locke. Song of Songs 5:6 I opened vnto my beloued, but he was departed and gone his way: Now whe he spake, my heart was gone: I sought him, but I coulde not finde him: I cryed vpon hym, neuerthelesse he gaue me no aunswere. Song of Songs 5:7 So the watchmen that went about the citie, founde me, smote me, and wounded me: yea they that kept the walles toke away my kerchaffe from me. Song of Songs 5:8 I charge you therfore O ye daughters of Hierusalem, yf ye fynde my beloued, that ye tell hym howe that I am sicke for loue.
A description of Christ by his graces.
Song of Songs 5:9 What maner of man is thy loue aboue other louers, O thou fairest among women? Or what can thy loue do more then other louers, that thou chargest vs so straytly? Song of Songs 5:10 As for my loue, he is whyte and red coloured, a goodly person among tenne thousande. Song of Songs 5:11 His head is as the most fine golde, the lockes of his heere are busshed, & blacke as a crowe. Song of Songs 5:12 His eyes are as the eyes of doues by the water brookes as though they were wasshed with mylke, and are set lyke pearles in golde. Song of Songs 5:13 His cheekes are lyke a garden bed, wherin the Apothecaries plant all maner of sweete thynges. His lippes are lyke lilies that droppe sweete smellyng Myrre: Song of Songs 5:14 His handes are lyke golde rynges, hauyng inclosed the precious stone of Tharsis. His body is as the pure iuorie, dect ouer with Saphires: Song of Songs 5:15 His legges are as the pillers of Marble set vpon sockettes of golde. His face is as Libanus: and as the beautie of the Cedar trees. Song of Songs 5:16 The wordes of his mouth are sweete: yea he is altogether louely: Such a one is my loue O ye daughters of Hierusalem, such a one is my loue.