Song of Songs 2
The mutual love of Christ and his Church.
Song of Songs 2:1 I am the floure of the felde, and lylie of the valleys: Song of Songs 2:2 as the rose amonge the thornes, so is my loue amonge the daughters. Song of Songs 2:3 Like as the aple tre amonge the trees of the wodd, so is my beloued amonge the sonnes. My delite is to sitt vnder his shadowe, for his frute is swete vnto my throte. Song of Songs 2:4 He bryngeth me in to his wyne seller, and loueth me specially well. Song of Songs 2:5 Refresh me wt grapes, coforte me with apples, for I am sick of loue. Song of Songs 2:6 His left hade lyeth vnder my heade, & his right hande enbraceth me. Song of Songs 2:7 I charge you (o ye doughters of Ierusalem (by the Roes & hyndes of the felde, yt ye wake not vp my loue ner touch her, till she be content herself.
Song of Songs 2:8 Me thynke I heare the voyce of my beloued: lo, there commeth he hoppinge vpon ye mountaynes, and leapinge ouer the litle hilles. Song of Songs 2:9 My beloued is like a Roo or a yonge hart. Beholde, he stondeth behynde or wall, he loketh in at the wyndowe, & pepeth thorow the grate.
and calling of the Church.
Song of Songs 2:10 My beloued answered & sayde vnto me: O stode vp my loue, my doue, my beutyfull, & come: Song of Songs 2:11 for lo, the wynter is now past, the rayne is awaie & gone. Song of Songs 2:12 The floures are come vp in the felde, the twystinge tyme is come, the voyce of the turtle doue is herde in oure londe. Song of Songs 2:13 The fyge tre bryngeth forth hir fyges, the vynes beare blossoms, and haue a good smell. O stode vp my loue, my beutyfull, and come
Christ's care of the Church.
Song of Songs 2:14 (my doue) out of the caues of the rockes, out of the holes of the wall: O let me se thy countenaunce and heare thy voyce, for swete is thy voyce and fayre is thy face. Song of Songs 2:15 Gett vs the foxes, yee the litle foxes that hurte ye vynes, for oure vynes beare blossoms.
The profession of the Church, her faith and hope.
Song of Songs 2:16 My loue is myne, and I am his, (which fedeth amoge the lylies) Song of Songs 2:17 vntill the daye breake, and till the shadowes be gone. Come agayne preuely (o my beloued) like as a Roo or a yonge harte vnto the mountaynes.