1 I AM come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.
2 I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
3 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.
5 I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.
6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
7 The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
8 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.
9 What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge us?
10 My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.
11 His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
12 His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
14 His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
15 His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
16 His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

1I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse, I haue gathered my Myrrhe with my spice, I haue eaten my honie combe with my hony, I haue drunke my wine with my milke: eate, O friends, drinke, yea drinke abundantly, O beloued!

2 I sleepe, but my heart waketh: it is the voyce of my beloued that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my loue, my doue, my vndefiled: for my head is filled with dewe, and my lockes with the drops of the night.

3I haue put off my coate, how shall I put it on? I haue washed my feete, how shall I defile them?

4My beloued put in his hand by the hole of the dore, and my bowels were moued for him.

5I rose vp to open to my beloued, and my hands dropped with myrrhe, and my fingers with sweete smelling myrrhe, vpon the handles of the locke.

6I opened to my beloued, but my beloued had with drawen himselfe, and was gone: my soule failed when hee spake: I sought him, but I could not find him: I called him, but he gaue me no answere.

7The watchmen that went about the citie, found me, they smote me, they wounded me, the keepers of the walles tooke away my vaile from me.

8I charge you, O daughters of Ierusalem, if ye find my beloued, that yee tell him, that I am sicke of loue.

9 What is thy beloued more then another beloued, O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloued more then another beloued, that thou doest so charge vs?

10My beloued is white and ruddy, the chiefest among tenne thousand.

11His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and blacke as a Rauen.

12His eyes are as the eyes of doues by the riuers of water, washed with milk, and fitly set.

13His cheekes are as a bed of spices, as sweete flowers: his lippes like lillies, dropping sweete smelling myrrhe.

14His hands are as gold rings set with the Berill: His belly is as bright iuorie, ouerlayd with Saphires.

15His legges are as pillars of marble, set vpon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the Cedars.

16His mouth is most sweete, yea he is altogether louely. This is my beloued, and this is my friend, O daughters of Ierusalem.

I == Song 4:11 , 16 ; Luke 15:7 , 10 ; John 3:29 ; 15:14

 

II == Rev 3:20

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

VI == Song 3:1

 

 

VII == Song 3:3

 

 

 

 

IX == Song 1:8

 

 

 

 

 

XII == Song 1:15 ; 4:1

1 I have come to my garden, my sister, my bride;
I gather my myrrh and my spices,
I eat my honey and my sweetmeats,
I drink my wine and my milk.
Eat, friends; drink! Drink freely of love!

2 I was sleeping, but my heart kept vigil;
I heard my lover knocking:
"Open to me, my sister, my beloved,
my dove, my perfect one!
For my head is wet with dew,
my locks with the moisture of the night."

3 I have taken off my robe,
am I then to put it on?
I have bathed my feet,
am I then to soil them?

4 My lover put his hand through the opening;
my heart trembled within me,
and I grew faint when he spoke.

5 I rose to open to my lover,
with my hands dripping myrrh:
With my fingers dripping choice myrrh
upon the fittings of the lock.

6 I opened to my lover -
but my lover had departed, gone.
I sought him but I did not find him;
I called to him but he did not answer me.

7 The watchmen came upon me
as they made their rounds of the city;
They struck me, and wounded me,
and took my mantle from me,
the guardians of the walls.

8 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem,
if you find my lover -
What shall you tell him?-
that I am faint with love.

9 How does your lover differ from any other,
O most beautiful among women?
How does your lover differ from any other,
that you adjure us so?

10 My lover is radiant and ruddy;
he stands out among thousands.

11 His head is pure gold;
his locks are palm fronds,
black as the raven.

12 His eyes are like doves
beside running waters,
His teeth would seem bathed in milk,
and are set like jewels.

13 His cheeks are like beds of spice
with ripening aromatic herbs.
His lips are red blossoms;
they drip choice myrrh.

14 His arms are rods of gold
adorned with chrysolites.
His body is a work of ivory
covered with sapphires.

15 His legs are columns of marble
resting on golden bases.
His stature is like the trees on Lebanon,
imposing as the cedars.

16 His mouth is sweetness itself;
he is all delight.
Such is my lover, and such my friend,
O daughters of Jerusalem.

v 1. The Shepherd rejoiced for this close fellowship with his promised bride, and tells the revelers at the palace to go ahead with their feast, they can not shake her loyalty to him. Then he invites her to drink of his love as he has of hers. Then leaves.

v 2-7. She went to sleep full of joy, but had a dream and told it to her companions next morning. In her dream he came all wet with dew and knocked on the door of her mother’s cottage, calling for her, but she was weary and didn’t go to him.
(Let us not be weary with earthly cares and turn away our Lord when He calls.)
When she aroused and went to him full of love, he was gone. She went looking for him in desperation, and was mistreated by the guards as if she were a bad woman.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

v 8,9. Whether in the dream or it’s telling, she pled with the others of the harem to help her find him. They merely taunted her as to why he was better than other lovers.

 

 

 

 

v 10-16. Now, fired up, the Shulamite gives a glowing description of his great superiority. He is the fairest of 10,000, Ps. 45:2; Jn. 1:14.  He is altogether lovely, v 16, a description of our Savior.