Song of Songs 1
The Church's love unto Christ.
Song of Songs 1:1 [Absent] Song of Songs 1:2 Let him kiss me with the kiss of his mouth: for thy breasts are better than wine, Song of Songs 1:3 Smelling sweet of the best ointments. Thy name is as oil poured out: therefore young maidens have loved thee. Song of Songs 1:4 Draw me: we will run after thee to the odour of thy ointments. The king hath brought me into his storerooms: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, remembering thy breasts more than wine: the rightous love thee.
She confesseth her deformity,
Song of Songs 1:5 I am black but beautiful, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Cedar, as the curtains of Solomon. Song of Songs 1:6 Do not consider me that I am brown, because the sun hath altered my colour: the sons of my mother have fought against me, they have made me the keeper in the vineyards: my vineyard I have not kept.
and prayeth to be directed to his flock.
Song of Songs 1:7 Shew me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou liest in the midday, lest I begin to wander after the flocks of thy companions.
Christ directeth her to the shepherd's tents:
Song of Songs 1:8 If thou know not thyself, O fairest among women, go forth, and follow after the steps of the flocks, and feed thy kids beside the tents of the shepherds.
and shewing his love to her,
Song of Songs 1:9 To my company of horsemen, in Pharao's chariots, have I likened thee, O my love. Song of Songs 1:10 Thy cheeks are beautiful as the turtledove's, thy neck as jewels.
giveth her gracious promises.
Song of Songs 1:11 We will make thee chains of gold, inlaid with silver.
The Church and Christ congratulate one another.
Song of Songs 1:12 While the king was at his repose, my spikenard sent forth the odour thereof. Song of Songs 1:13 A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, he shall abide between my breasts. Song of Songs 1:14 A cluster of cypress my love is to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi. Song of Songs 1:15 Behold thou are fair, O my love, behold thou are fair, thy eyes are as those of doves. Song of Songs 1:16 Behold thou art fair, my beloved, and comely. Our bed is flourishing. Song of Songs 1:17 The beams of our houses are of cedar, our rafters of cypress trees.