Song of Songs 2
The mutual love of Christ and his Church.
Song of Songs 2:1 I am the flower of the field, and the lily of the valleys. Song of Songs 2:2 As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters. Song of Songs 2:3 As the apple tree among the trees of the woods, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow, whom I desired: and his fruit was sweet to my palate. Song of Songs 2:4 He brought me into the cellar of wine, he set in order charity in me. Song of Songs 2:5 Stay me up with flowers, compass me about with apples: because I languish with love. Song of Songs 2:6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me. Song of Songs 2:7 I adjure you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and the harts of the field, that you stir not up, nor make the beloved to awake, till she please.
Song of Songs 2:8 The voice of my beloved, behold he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping over the hills. Song of Songs 2:9 My beloved is like a roe, or a young hart. Behold he standeth behind our wall, looking through the windows, looking through the lattices.
and calling of the Church.
Song of Songs 2:10 Behold my beloved speaketh to me: Arise, make haste, my love, my dove, my beautiful one, and come. Song of Songs 2:11 For winter is now past, the rain is over and gone. Song of Songs 2:12 The flowers have appeared in our land, the time of pruning is come: the voice of the turtle is heard in our land: Song of Songs 2:13 The fig tree hath put forth her green figs: the vines in flower yield their sweet smell. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come:
Christ's care of the Church.
Song of Songs 2:14 My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollow places of the wall, shew me thy face, let thy voice sound in my ears: for thy voice is sweet, and thy face comely. Song of Songs 2:15 Catch us the little foxes that destroy the vines: for our vineyard hath flourished.
The profession of the Church, her faith and hope.
Song of Songs 2:16 My beloved to me, and I to him who feedeth among the lilies, Song of Songs 2:17 Till the day break, and the shadows retire. Return: be like, my beloved, to a roe, or to a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.