1 BEHOLD, thou 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.
2 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.
3 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.
4 Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
5 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
6 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
7 Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.
8 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.
9 Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.
10 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!
11 Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
12 A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
13 Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
14 Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
15 A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
16 Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.

1Behold, thou art faire, my loue, behold thou art faire, thou hast doues eyes within thy lockes: thy haire is as a flocke of goats, that appeare from mount Gilead.

2Thy teeth are like a flocke of sheepe that are euen shorne, which came vp from the washing: whereof euery one beare twinnes, and none is barren among them.

3Thy lips are like a threed of scarlet, and thy speach is comely: thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy lockes.

4Thy necke is like the tower of Dauid builded for an armorie, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mightie men.

5Thy two breasts, are like two yong Roes, that are twinnes, which feed among the lillies.

6Untill the day breake, and the shadowes flee away, I will get mee to the mountaines of myrrhe, and to the hill of frankincense.

7Thou art all faire, my loue, there is no spot in thee.

8 Come with me from Lebanon (my spouse,) with me from Lebanon: looke from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the Lions dennes, from the mountaines of the Leopards.

9Thou hast rauished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast rauished my heart, with one of thine eyes, with one chaine of thy necke.

10How faire is thy loue, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy loue then wine! and the smell of thine oyntments then all spices!

11Thy lips, O my spouse! drop as the hony combe: hony and milke are vnder thy tongue, and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

12A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse: a spring shut vp, a fountaine sealed.

13Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits, Camphire, with Spikenaed,

14Spikenard and Saffron, Calamus and Cynamom, with all trees of Frankincense, Mirrhe and Aloes, with all the chiefe spices.

15A fountaine of gardens, a well of liuing waters, and streames from Lebanon.

16 Awake, O Northwinde, and come thou South, blow vpon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out: let my beloued come into his garden, and eate his pleasant fruits.

I == Song 1:15 ; 5:12 ; 6:5

 

II == Song 6:6

 

 

III == Song 6:7

 

IV == Neh 3:19 ; Song 7:4

V == Prov 5:19 ; Song 7:3

 

VI == Song 2:17

 

VII == Eph 5:27

VIII == Deut 3:9

 

 

 

 

X == Song 1:2

 

 

XI == Gen 27:27 ; Prov 24:13-14 ; Song 5:1 ; Hos 14:6-7

 

XIII == Song 1:14

 

 

 

XV == John 4:10 ; 7:38

XVI == Song 5:1

1 Ah, you are beautiful, my beloved,
ah, you are beautiful!
Your eyes are doves
behind your veil.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
streaming down the mountains of Gilead.

2 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes to be shorn,
which come up from the washing,
All of them big with twins,
none of them thin and barren.

3 Your lips are like a scarlet strand;
your mouth is lovely.
Your cheek is like a half-pomegranate
behind your veil.

4 Your neck is like David's tower
girt with battlements;
A thousand bucklers hang upon it,
all the shields of valiant men.

5 Your breasts are like twin fawns,
the young of a gazelle
that browse among the lilies.

6 Until the day breathes cool and the shadows lengthen,
I will go to the mountain of myrrh,
to the hill of incense.

7 You are all-beautiful, my beloved,
and there is no blemish in you.

8 Come from Lebanon, my bride,
come from Lebanon, come!
Descend from the top of Amana,
from the top of Senir and Hermon,
From the haunts of lions,
from the leopards' mountains.

9 You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride;
you have ravished my heart with one glance of your eyes,
with one bead of your necklace.

10 How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride,
how much more delightful is your love than wine,
and the fragrance of your ointments than all spices!

11 Your lips drip honey, my bride,
sweetmeats and milk are under your tongue;
And the fragrance of your garments
is the fragrance of Lebanon.

12 You are an enclosed garden, my sister, my bride,
an enclosed garden, a fountain sealed.

13 You are a park that puts forth pomegranates,
with all choice fruits;

14 Nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon,
with all kinds of incense;
Myrrh and aloes,
with all the finest spices.

15 You are a garden fountain, a well of water
flowing fresh from Lebanon.

16 Arise, north wind! Come, south wind!
blow upon my garden
that its perfumes may spread abroad.
Let my lover come to his garden
and eat its choice fruits.

v 1-5. The sight of the Shulamite takes Solomon’s mind off his newest bride, and he seeks to woo her with very sensual words. (Notice the contrast in v 7-15.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

v 6. Having listened to this as long as she could endure, she boldly as much as said that when she was awake she would have to listen to him, but at night in her thoughts she would flee to the one she loved.

v 7-14. As the Shulamite passed the window she noticed her loving Shepherd  approaching in the shadows. He had come out of love to assure himself of her safety and her interest in him alone. When he saw her through the lattice he made this great exclamation. Notice the contrast with Solomon’s sensuous wooing in v 1-5. The Shepherd lover ardently mentioned her beauty, Jn. 14:18; Eph. 5:27, but gets right to the point. He urged his promised bride to leave this place of heights and temptation and come away with me. When he proceeds to praise and admire her, he emphasizes her spiritual fruits which are like a garden. But it is a garden and fountain closed up and sealed until she comes to him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

v 15,16. Having listened to his impassioned speech, so different from the sensual plea of Solomon, she calls the Shepherd a fountain of living waters, Jn. 4:10; 7:37,38. No matter which way the wind is blowing, if she is a garden, she welcomes him to it.
(Let us welcome Christ in our lives whether in adversity or prosperity.)