Song of Solomon Chapter 4
From The Open Bible Project
4:1 Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead.
- (a) Because Christ delights in his Church, he commends all that is in her.
- (b) He has respect for the multitude of the faithful, which are many in number.
4:2 Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, which have come up from the washing, where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them.
4:3 Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
4:4 Your neck is like David's tower built for an armory, whereon a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men.
4:5 Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.
- (c) In which are knowledge and zeal two precious jewels.
4:6 Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.
4:7 You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.
4:8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
- (d) Christ promises his Church to call his faithful from all the corners of the world.
4:9 You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
- (e) Christ calls his Church sister in respect that he had taken the flesh of man.
- (f) In that he made his Church beautiful and rich, he loved his gifts in her.
4:10 How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine! The fragrance of your perfumes than all manner of spices!
4:11 Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
- (g) Because of your confession and thanksgiving.
4:12 A locked up garden is my sister, my bride; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.
4:13 Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits: henna with spikenard plants,
4:14 spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,
4:15 a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon. Beloved
- (h) The Church confesses that all her glory and beauty comes from Christ who is the true fountain of all grace.
4:16 Awake, north wind; and come, you south! Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits. Lover
- (i) She desires Christ to comfort her and to pour the graces of his Spirit on her, which is meant by the North and South wind.
