Song Of Solomon
Song Of Solomon 5 ©
Christ awaketh the church with His calling. The church having a taste of Christ's love is sick of love. A description of Christ by his graces.
I aAM come into my garden, bmy sister, my spouse: I chave gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: deat, O friends; drink, 1yea, drink abundantly, eO beloved.
¶fI sleep, but my heart waketh: git is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, hOpen to me, my sister, imy love, jmy dove, kmy undefiled: lfor my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
qI opened to my beloved; rbut my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: smy soul failed when he spake: tI sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.