INTRODUCTION TO SONG OF SOLOMON 2 Here begins a new colloquy between Christ and his church; in which they alternately set forth the excellencies of each other; and express their mutual affection for, and delight and pleasure they take in, each other's company. Christ seems to begin, in an account of himself and his own excellencies, and of the...
I [am] the rose of Sharon, [and] the lily of the valleys. Whether Christ, or the church, is here speaking, is not certain: most of the Jewish writers (t), and some Christian interpreters (u), take them to be the words of the church, expressing the excellency of her grace, loveliness, and beauty, she had from Christ; and intimating also her being...
In this chapter, I. Christ speaks both concerning himself and concerning his church, ver. 1, 2. II. The church speaks, 1. Remembering the pleasure and satisfaction she has in communion with Christ, ver. 3, 4. 2. Entertaining herself with the present tokens of his favour and taking care that nothing happen to intercept them, ver. 5-7. 3. Triumphing...
I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys. As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters. So does Christ’s Church spring up singular for her beauty — as much different from the world — as much superior thereto as the lily to the thorns. Now see how she responds and answers to him.
I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys. So he is, and much more than that. “Nature, to make his beauties known, Must mingle colors quite unknown.” So rich is he—rose and lily both in one. “White is his soul, from blemish free, Red with the blood he shed for me.”
I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys. As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters. It is the nature of love to make the thing beloved like itself. If Christ be a lily. he makes his people lilies too. Certainly he is the lily of the valley, and ere long his Church is able to say, “As the lily among the thorns, so am...
I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys. Amongst all flowers, there is none that can be compared with him. “White is his soul, from blemish free, Red with the blood he shed for me.”
As the lily among thorns, so [is] my love among the daughters. These are manifestly the words of Christ concerning his church, whom he calls "my love", [See comments on So 1:9]; and was his love still, though in such company, and in such an uncomfortable condition. In what sense she is comparable to a lily has been shown in So 2:1; but here she is...
As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters. His church stands out like a fair lily in a thorn-brake—separate and distinct—often suffering, standing where she does not wish to be, but all the lovelier by contrast. But if Christ praises his church, she praises him again.
As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters. The child of God cannot long be mistaken for a worldling. The lily rises up above its thorny companions, but everybody knows that it is not a thorn; and chiefly do the quick eyes of the Lord Jesus discern his people wherever they may be found. You, dear friend, may perhaps come of a...
As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so [is] my beloved among the sons,.... As the apple tree, in a garden or orchard, excels and is preferable to the wild barren trees of a forest (k), especially it appears so when laden with choice fruit; so the church, who here returns the commendation to Christ, asserts, that he as much excels all...
As the apple tree among the trees of the wood. so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was street to my taste. To him there is none like her; to her there is none like him. Jesus values his people. He paid his heart’s blood for their redemption, and “unto you that believe, he is precious.” No...
As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons, I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste. He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love. So full of joy is she, that she can bear it no longer. She seems ready to faint with bliss.
As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. The citron tree towered aloft in the midst of the forest, and it was covered with its golden apples. Such is Jesus Christ, the most lovely of all objects, and though there be some that pretend to contend with him, yet to the believer, rivals are left in the distance,...
As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste. You who love the Lord Jesus know what this verse means. He is a great variety of delights to you; — food for your soul, a shadow for your head in the day of the sun’s burning heat....
He brought me to the banqueting house,.... Or "into" it (q). The "house of wine" (r), as it is literally in the original; either the "wine cellar" (s), as some, where stores of it were kept; or, the "place of fasting" (t), as others, and, as we render it, a "banqueting house"; where it was distributed and drank; a banquet of wine being put for a...
He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love. You and I know what this means — at least, many here do. You know how delightful it is to feel that it is not the banner of war now, but the banner of love, that waves above your head, for all is peace between you and your God. And now you are not brought to the prison-house...
He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love. Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love. A strange thing is this love of Christ, for, as Erskine puts it: — “When well, it makes me sick; When sick, it makes me well.” There is no infirmity which this love of Christ cannot cure, no conflicting...
He brought me to the banqueting house, That, I trust, he will again do, as he has often done before, both while we are hearing his Word and when we approach his table: “He brought me to the banqueting house,” — Son_2:4. And his banner over me was love. Not the fiery ensign of war, but the peaceful banner of love. You have had enough of the world,...
Stay me with flagons,.... Of wine, which is a supporter of the animal spirits (w). The church was now in a house of wine, where was plenty of it; even of the love of Christ, compared to wine, and preferred unto it, So 1:2; the church though she had had large discoveries of it, desired more; and such that have once tasted of this love are eagerly...