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 ointments savour sweetly; Thy name is an ointment 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 chambersWe will be glad and rejoice in thee, We will remember thy love more than wine. They love thee uprightly.
She confesseth her deformity,
Song of Songs 1:5 I am black, but comely, 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 black; Because the sun hath looked upon me. My mother's children were angry with me: They made me keeper of the vineyards; Mine own vineyard have I not kept.
and prayeth to be directed to his flock.
Song of Songs 1:7 Tell me, 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 veiled Beside the flocks of thy companions?
Christ directeth her to the shepherd's tents:
Song of Songs 1:8 If thou know not, thou fairest among women, Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the shepherds' booths.
and shewing his love to her,
Song of Songs 1:9 I compare thee, my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots. Song of Songs 1:10 Thy cheeks are comely with bead-rows, Thy neck with ornamental chains.
giveth her gracious promises.
Song of Songs 1:11 We will make thee bead-rows of gold With studs of silver.
The Church and Christ congratulate one another.
Song of Songs 1:12 While the king is at his table, My spikenard sendeth forth its fragrance. Song of Songs 1:13 A bundle of myrrh is my beloved unto me; He shall pass the night between my breasts. Song of Songs 1:14 My beloved is unto me a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of Engedi. Song of Songs 1:15 Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold, thou art fair: thine eyes are doves. Song of Songs 1:16 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant; Also our bed is green. Song of Songs 1:17 The beams of our houses are cedars, Our rafters are cypresses.