Song of Songs 5
Christ awaketh the Church with his calling.
Song of Songs 5:1 I Am come into my garden, O my sister, my spouse: I haue gathered my Myrre with my spyce. I haue eaten hony with my hony combe, I haue dronke my wyne with my mylke. Eate, O ye frendes, dryncke and be mery, O ye beloued.
The Church having a taste of Christ's love is sick of love.
Song of Songs 5:2 As I am aslepe, and my hert is waking I heare voyce of my beloued, when he knocketh. Open to me, O my sister, my loue, my doue, my derlynge: for my heade is full of dewe, & the lockes of my hearre are full of the nyght droppes. Song of Songs 5:3 I haue put of my cote, how can I do it on agayne? I haue washed my fete, how shall I fyle them agayne? Song of Songs 5:4 My loue put in his hand at the hole, and my herte was moued within me. Song of Songs 5:5 I stode vp to open vnto my beloued, & my handes dropped with Myrre, & the Myrre ranne downe my fyngers vpon þe locke. Song of Songs 5:6 I opened vnto my beloued, but he was departed and gone his waye. Now when he spake, my hert was gone: I sought hym, but I coulde not fynde hym: I cryed vpon him, neuerthelesse, he gaue me no answere. Song of Songs 5:7 So þe watchmen þt wente about the cytie, founde me, smote me, & wounded me: Yee, they þt kepte þe walles, toke awaye my kercheafe fro me. Song of Songs 5:8 I charge you therfore, O ye daughters of Ierusalem, yf ye fynde my beloued, that ye tell hym, how that I am syck for loue.
A description of Christ by his graces.
Song of Songs 5:9 What maner of man is thy loue aboue other louers? O þu fayrest amonge wemen? Or what can thy loue do, more then other louers, that thou chargest vs so straytely? Song of Songs 5:10 As for my loue, he is white and redde coloured, a goodlye personne amonge ten thousande: Song of Songs 5:11 his heade is as the most fyne golde, the lockes of hys hearre are busshed, and black as a crowe. Song of Songs 5:12 His eyes are as þe eyes of doues by the water brokes, as though they were wasshed with mylk, & are sett lyke perles in golde. Song of Songs 5:13 Hys chekes are lyke a garden bedd, where in the Apotecaries plante all maner of swete thynges: Hys lyppes are lyke roses that droppe swete smelling Myrre. Song of Songs 5:14 His handes are lyke gold rynges hauinge enclosed þe precyous stone of Tharsis. His body is as the pure yuery, decte ouer with Saphires: Song of Songs 5:15 His legges are as the pylers of Marbell, set vpon sokettes of golde. His face is as Libanus, and as þe bewty of the Cedre trees. Song of Songs 5:16 The wordes of his mouthe are swete, yee, he is altogether louely. Soche one is my loue. O ye daughters of Ierusalem, soch one is my loue.