Song of Songs 5
Christ awaketh the Church with his calling.
Song of Songs 5:1 Come into my garden O my sister, my spouse: I haue gathered my Myrre with my spyce. I wil eate my hony and my hony combe, I will drinke my wyne and my mylke. Eate, O ye frendes, drynke & 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 was a slepe, & my hert wakynge, I hearde the voyce of my beloued, when he knocked. Open to me (sayde he) O my sister, my loue, my doue, my derlynge: for my heade is full of dewe, and the lockes of my heere are full of the night droppes. Song of Songs 5:3 I haue put of my cote, how can I do it on agayn? I haue washed my fete, how shall I fyle them agayn? Song of Songs 5:4 But when my loue put in his hand at the hole, my hert was moued toward hym: Song of Songs 5:5 so þt I stode vp to open vnto my beloued. My handes dropped with Myrre, & the Myrre ranne doune my fingers vpon the locke. Song of Songs 5:6 Neuerthelesse when I had opened vnto my beloued, he was departed and gone his waye. Now lyke as afore tyme when he spake, my hert coude not longer refrayne: Euen so now I soughte hym, but I coulde not fynde hym: I cryed vpon him, neuerthelesse he gaue me no aunswere. Song of Songs 5:7 So the watchmen that wente aboute the cytye, founde me, smote me, & wounded me: Yea, they that kept the walles, toke awaye my garment fro me. Song of Songs 5:8 I charge you therfore, O ye daughters of Ierusalem, if ye fynde my beloued, that ye tell hym how that I am sycke for loue.
A description of Christ by his graces.
Song of Songs 5:9 Who is thy loue aboue other louers, O thou fayrest among women? Or what can thy loue do, more then other louers, þt thou chargest vs so straytely? Song of Songs 5:10 As for my loue, he is whyte and read coloured, a singular personne amonge mauy thousandes: Song of Songs 5:11 his head is the most fine golde, the lockes of hys heer are bushed, broune as the euenyng: Song of Songs 5:12 Hys eyes are as the eyes of doues by the water brokes, washen with mylke and remaynyng in a plenteous place: Song of Songs 5:13 Hys chekes are lyke a garden bed, where in the Apotecaries plante all maner of swete thinges: His lyppes droppe as the floures of þe most principal Myrre, Song of Songs 5:14 hys handes are full of golde rynges & precious stones. His body is as the pure yuery, decte ouer with Saphires: Song of Songs 5:15 His legges are as the pylers of Marbel set vpon sokettes of golde: His face is as Libanus, and as the bewty of the Cedre trees: Song of Songs 5:16 Hys throte is swete, yea, he is altogether louely. Such one is my loue, O ye daughters of Ierusalem, such one is my loue.