Song of Songs 2
The mutual love of Christ and his Church.
Song of Songs 2:1 I AM a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys. Song of Songs 2:2 As a 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 ye me with raisins, 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 adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awaken love, until it 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 in at the windows, he sheweth 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 ripeneth her green figs, and the vines are in blossom, they give forth their fragrance. 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 covert of the steep place, 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 vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.
The profession of the Church, her faith and hope.
Song of Songs 2:16 My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth [his flock] among the lilies. Song of Songs 2:17 Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.