Song of Songs 1
The Church's love unto Christ.
Song of Songs 1:1 An excellent song which was Salomons. Song of Songs 1:2 Let him kisse me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy loue is better then wine. Song of Songs 1:3 Because of the sauour of thy good ointments thy name is as an ointment powred out: therefore the virgins loue thee. Song of Songs 1:4 Drawe me: we will runne after thee: the King hath brought me into his chabers: we will reioyce and be glad in thee: we will remember thy loue more then wine: the righteous do loue thee.
She confesseth her deformity,
Song of Songs 1:5 I am blacke, O daughters of Ierusalem, but comely, as the tentes of Kedar, and as the curtaines of Salomon. Song of Songs 1:6 Regard ye me not because I am blacke: for the sunne hath looked vpon mee. The sonnes of my mother were angry against mee: they made me the keeper of ye vines: but I kept not mine owne vine.
and prayeth to be directed to his flock.
Song of Songs 1:7 Shewe me, O thou, whome my soule loueth, where thou feedest, where thou liest at noone: for why should I be as she that turneth aside to the flockes of thy companions?
Christ directeth her to the shepherd's tents:
Song of Songs 1:8 If thou knowe not, O thou the fairest among women, get thee foorth by the steps of the flocke, and feede thy kiddes by the tents of the shepheards.
and shewing his love to her,
Song of Songs 1:9 I haue compared thee, O my loue, to the troupe of horses in the charets of Pharaoh. Song of Songs 1:10 Thy cheekes are comely with rowes of stones, and thy necke with chaines.
giveth her gracious promises.
Song of Songs 1:11 We will make thee borders of golde with studdes of siluer.
The Church and Christ congratulate one another.
Song of Songs 1:12 Whiles the King was at his repast, my spikenard gaue the smell thereof. Song of Songs 1:13 My welbeloued is as a bundle of myrrhe vnto me: he shall lie betweene my breasts. Song of Songs 1:14 My welbeloued is as a cluster of camphire vnto me in the vines of Engedi. Song of Songs 1:15 My loue, beholde, thou art faire: beholde, thou art faire: thine eyes are like the doues. Song of Songs 1:16 My welbeloued, beholde, thou art faire and pleasant: also our bed is greene: Song of Songs 1:17 The beames of our house are cedars, our rafters are of firre.