Song of Songs 8
The love of the Church to Christ.
Song of Songs 8:1 Oh that thou werest as my brother that sucked the brestes of my mother: I would finde thee without, I would kisse thee, then they should not despise thee. Song of Songs 8:2 I will leade thee and bring thee into my mothers house: there thou shalt teache me: and I will cause thee to drinke spiced wine, and newe wine of the pomegranate. Song of Songs 8:3 His left hand shalbe vnder mine head, and his right hand shall embrace me. Song of Songs 8:4 I charge you, O daughters of Ierusale, that you stir not vp, nor waken my loue, vntil she please. Song of Songs 8:5 (Who is this that commeth vp out of the wildernesse, leaning vpon her welbeloued?) I raysed thee vp vnder an apple tree: there thy mother conceiued thee: there she coceiued that bare thee.
The vehemency of love.
Song of Songs 8:6 Set mee as a seale on thine heart, and as a signet vpo thine arme: for loue is strong as death: ielousie is cruel as the graue: the coles thereof are fierie coles, and a vehement flame. Song of Songs 8:7 Much water can not quench loue, neither can the floods drowne it: If a man should giue all the substance of his house for loue, they would greatly contemne it.
The calling of the Gentiles.
Song of Songs 8:8 Wee haue a litle sister, and she hath no breastes: what shall we do for our sister when she shalbe spoken for? Song of Songs 8:9 If shee be a wall, we will builde vpon her a siluer palace: and if she be a doore, we wil keepe her in with bordes of cedar. Song of Songs 8:10 I am a wall, and my breasts are as towres: then was I in his eyes as one that findeth peace. Song of Songs 8:11 Salomon had a vine in Baal-hamon: hee gaue the vineyarde vnto keepers: euery one bringeth for ye fruite thereof a thousand pieces of siluer. Song of Songs 8:12 But my vineyarde which is mine, is before me: to thee, O Salomon appertaineth a thousand pieces of siluer, and two hundreth to them that keepe the fruite thereof. Song of Songs 8:13 O thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken vnto thy voyce: cause me to heare it.
The Church prayeth for Christ's coming.
Song of Songs 8:14 O my welbeloued, flee away, and be like vnto the roe, or to the yong harte vpon ye mountaines of spices.