The song of songs, which is Solomon’s. Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: No name. Is any name wanted? What name is good enough for him, our best Beloved? He plunges into the subject through excess of love. He forgets the name. “Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth.”
The song of songs, which is Solomon’s. Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine. Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee. Draw me, we will run after thee: Still is love pleading, you see, but here it is the other side pleading for...
The song of songs, which is Solomon’s. Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine. The Person here alluded to is not named; this omission is very common and usual to all-absorbing love. The spouse is thinking so much of Christ Jesus her Lord that it is not necessary for her to name him; she cannot make a...
For thy love is better than wine. Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee. There is such a sweetness in the name. It is not like a box of ointment shut up, but like a sweet perfume that fills the room. For the merits of Jesus are so sweet that they perfume heaven itself....
Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee. The spouse surveys all the attributes of Christ, and she compares them to separate and precious ointments. Christ is anointed as Prophet, Priest and King, and in each of these anointings he is a source of sweetness and fragrance to...
Draw me, we will run after thee: We want to get near to Christ, but we cannot. “Draw me,” we cry, “we will run after thee.” Son_1:4. The king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee. The wine shall help us to remember him tonight when we come to his...
The king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee. I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon. The spouse was black in herself; sunburnt through her toil and hard suffering; yet lovely in the...
Draw me, we will run after thee: She feels, perhaps, as you do now, beloved brethren, heavy of heart; she cannot fly, nor go to reach her Lord; but her heart longs after him, so she cries, “Draw me, we will run after thee.” While she prays the prayer others feel it suitable to them also, so they join with her. When Christ draws us, we do not walk,...
I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon. A strange contrast is a believer. He is black in himself, but he is comely in Christ. In himself he is foul as the smoke-dried tents of Kedar: but in his Lord he is as comely and rich as the curtains of Solomon.
I am black, Ah, my soul, how true is that of thee! “I am black,” — Son_1:5. But comely, Oh, glorious faith, that can, through the blackness, still see the comeliness! We are comely when covered with the righteousness of Christ, though black in ourselves. “I am black, but comely,” — Son_1:5. O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar,...
Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me; my mother’s children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept. Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by...
Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me; my mother’s children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards, but mine own vineyards have I not kept. Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest,— Still is there that same craving for nearness to The Beloved. Since we love Christ, we desire...
Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me: Perhaps you are afraid, beloved, that the Master should look at you, for you feel yourself so unworthy. Son_1:6. My mother’s children were angry with me; You have been persecuted until your spirit is broken. Son_1:6. They made me the keeper of the vineyards; Perhaps you...
Where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions? See, dear friends, how this same seeking after the Beloved comes out in another shape in the third chapter of the Song. This exposition consisted of readings from Gen_45:1-13; Son_1:1-7; Son_3:1-5.
Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions? There are other shepherds, though they are false ones, and these pretend to be companions of Christ; but why should we turn aside to them? And yet we shall, O our...
If thou know not, O thou fairest among women,- Just note that; she said that she was black, but Christ says that she is the fairest among women; in fact, there is a passage in the Song where he twice over calls her fair; as Erskine puts it, — “Lo! thou art fair, lo! thou art fair, Twice fair art thou, I say; My grace, my righteousness becomes Thy...
I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots. True believers are as strong, as noble, as beautiful as the horses in Pharaoh’s chariot, which were renowned throughout all the world. Let us be like those horses, let us all pull together, let us draw the great chariot of our King behind us, let us be content to wear...
Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold. Christ here praises his Church. Orientals were in the habit of wearing jewels in such abundance that their cheeks were covered with them, and then they multiplied the chains of gold upon their necks; and the graces which Christ gives to his people, and especially the various...
We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver. As if Father, Son, and Holy Ghost would all work together to make the believer perfectly beautiful.
While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof. A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; Not a sprig, mark you, but a bundle of myrrh.