Song of Songs 1
The Church's love unto Christ.
Song of Songs 1:1 The Song of Songs, which pertaineth to Solomon. Song of Songs 1:2 [SHE] Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! [THEY] For better are thy caresses than wine: Song of Songs 1:3 Like the fragrance of thy precious oils, Oil poured out, is thy name, For this cause, virgins love thee. Song of Songs 1:4 [SHE] Draw me! [THEY] After thee, will we run! [SHE] The king, hath brought me, into his chambers. [THEY] We will exult and rejoice in thee, we will mention thy caresses, beyond wine, Sincerely they love thee.
She confesseth her deformity,
Song of Songs 1:5 [SHE] Swarthy, I am but comely, ye daughters of Jerusalem. [THEY] Like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon. Song of Songs 1:6 [SHE] Do not look on me, because, I, am so swarthy, because the sun hath scorched me,My mother's sons, were angry with me, they set me to keep the vineyards, Mine own vineyard, have I not kept. . . .
and prayeth to be directed to his flock.
Song of Songs 1:7 Tell me, thou loved of my soul! Where wilt thou pasture thy flock? Where wilt thou let them recline at noon? For why should I be as one that wrappeth a veil about her, by the flocks of thy companions?
Christ directeth her to the shepherd's tents:
Song of Songs 1:8 [HE] If thou know not of thyself, most beautiful among women! get thee forth in the footsteps of the flock, and pasture thy kids by the huts of the shepherds. . . .
and shewing his love to her,
Song of Songs 1:9 To a mare of mine, in the chariots of Pharaoh, have I likened thee, my fair one! Song of Songs 1:10 Comely are thy cheeks, with bead-rows, thy neck, with strings of gems.
giveth her gracious promises.
Song of Songs 1:11 [THEY] Rows of golden ornaments, will we make thee, with studs of silver.
The Church and Christ congratulate one another.
Song of Songs 1:12 [SHE] By the time the king is in his circle, my nard, will have given out its fragrance: Song of Songs 1:13 A bag of myrrh, is my beloved to me, between my breasts, shall it tarry the night! Song of Songs 1:14 A cluster of henna, is my beloved to me, in the vineyards of En-gedi. Song of Songs 1:15 [HE] Lo! thou art beautiful my fair one, lo! thou art beautiful, Thine eyes, [are] doves! Song of Songs 1:16 [SHE] Lo! thou art beautiful, my beloved, Yea delightful! [BOTH] Yea! our couch, is covered with leaves: Song of Songs 1:17 The beams of our house, are cedars, Our fretted ceiling, is cypress-trees.