Song of Songs 4
Christ setteth forth the graces of the Church.
Song of Songs 4:1 Lo, thou [art] fair, my friend, lo, thou [art] fair, Thine eyes [are] doves behind thy veil, Thy hair as a row of the goats That have shone from mount Gilead, Song of Songs 4:2 Thy teeth as a row of the shorn ones That have come up from the washing, For all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them. Song of Songs 4:3 As a thread of scarlet [are] thy lips, And thy speech [is] comely, As the work of the pomegranate [is] thy temple behind thy veil, Song of Songs 4:4 As the tower of David [is] thy neck, built for an armoury, The chief of the shields are hung on it, All shields of the mighty. Song of Songs 4:5 Thy two breasts [are] as two fawns, Twins of a roe, that are feeding among lilies. Song of Songs 4:6 Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, I will get me unto the mountain of myrrh, And unto the hill of frankincense. Song of Songs 4:7 Thou [art] all fair, my friend, And a blemish there is not in thee. Come from Lebanon, O spouse,
He sheweth his love to her.
Song of Songs 4:8 Come from Lebanon, come thou in. Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Shenir and Hermon, From the habitations of lions, From the mountains of leopards. Song of Songs 4:9 Thou hast emboldened me, my sister-spouse, Emboldened me with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck. Song of Songs 4:10 How wonderful have been thy loves, my sister-spouse, How much better have been thy loves than wine, And the fragrance of thy perfumes than all spices. Song of Songs 4:11 Thy lips drop honey, O spouse, Honey and milk [are] under thy tongue, And the fragrance of thy garments [Is] as the fragrance of Lebanon. Song of Songs 4:12 A garden shut up [is] my sister-spouse, A spring shut upa fountain sealed. Song of Songs 4:13 Thy shoots a paradise of pomegranates, With precious fruits, Song of Songs 4:14 Cypresses with nardnard and saffron, Cane and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, with all chief spices. Song of Songs 4:15 A fount of gardens, a well of living waters, And flowings from Lebanon!
The Church prayeth to be made fit for his presence.
Song of Songs 4:16 Awake, O north wind, and come, O south, Cause my garden to breathe forth, its spices let flow, Let my beloved come to his garden, And eat its pleasant fruits!