A brief exposition of the whole book of Canticles, or Song of Solomon lively…

THE CANTICLES, OR SONG OF SONGS opened and explained.

THE TEXT. CHAP. 4.

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. verse 2 Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorne, which came up from the washing: whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them. verse 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. verse 4 Thy neck is like to the tower of David, builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men. verse 5 Thy two breasts are like two young Roes, that ⟨p. 100⟩are twins, which feed among the lilies. verse 6 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away; I will get me to the mountains of Myrrh, and to the hill of Frankincense. verse 7 Thou art all fair, my love, there is no spot in thee. verse 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. verse 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. verse 10 How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love then wine! and the smell of thy ointments then all spices! verse 11 Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honey-comb: honey and milk are under thy tongue, & the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon. verse 12 A garden enclosed is my sister, my spouse, a spring shut up, a fountain sealed. verse 13 Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits, Camphire, with Spikenard. verse 14 Spikenard and Saffron, Calamus and Cinnamon, with all trees of Frankincense, Myrrh, and Aloes, with all the chief spices. verse 15 A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon. verse 16 Awake, O Northwind, 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.