In this chapter is contained a large commendation of the church's beauty by Christ: first, more particularly, by an enumeration of several parts, as her eyes, hair, teeth, lips, temples, neck and breasts, verses 1-5, and more generally, verse 7; and having observed where he himself was determined to go, he invites her to go with him; which he enforces, partly from the danger she was exposed unto where she was, verses 6, 8, and partly from the comeliness of her person and graces in his esteem; with which he was ravished, and therefore was extremely desirous of her company, verses 9-11; and then enters into some new descriptions of her, as a garden and an orchard, as a spring and fountain, verses 12-14. All which she makes to be owing to him, verse 15. And the chapter is closed with an order from Christ to the winds, to blow on his garden, and cause the spices of it to flow out; and with an invitation of the church to Christ, to come into his garden, and recreate himself there, verse 16
art fair, my love, behold thou art fair; thou hast doves”
eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear
from mount Gilead.
Thy teeth are
like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came
up from the washing: whereof every one bear twins, and none is
barren among them.
Thy lips are
like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy
temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.
Thy neck is
like the tower of David, builded for an armory;
whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
two breasts are like two young roes that are twins,
which feed among the lilies.
the day break, and the shadows flee away,
I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
Thou art all fair, my love, there is no spot in thee.
Come with me
from Lebanon, (my spouse) with me from Lebanon:
look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon,
from the lions” dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
ravished my heart, my sister; my spouse: thou hast
ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy
How fair is
thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy
love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!
Thy lips, O my
spouse! drop as the honey-comb: honey and milk
are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell
garden enclosed is my sister, my spouse;
a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
Thy plants are
an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits,
camphor with spikenard.
Spikenard and saffron, calamus and
cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, with all
the chief spices.
A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
Awake, O north
wind, and come thou south, blow
upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out.—
my beloved come into his garden,
and eat his pleasant fruits.
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