Gregory of Elvira
Nicene & Post-Nicene · AD 325–500 · 21 passages across 7 books
Commentary
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
May be able to comprehend with all saints what is the breadth, and length, and depth, and height;
By faith the harlot Rahab perished not with them that believed not, when she had received the spies with peace.
And there shall come forth a rod out of the stem of Jesse, and a Branch shall grow out of his roots:
And the cow and the bear shall feed; their young ones shall lie down together: and the lion shall eat straw like the ox.
And it shall come to pass, that before they call, I will answer; and while they are yet speaking, I will hear.
And Joshua the son of Nun sent out of Shittim two men to spy secretly, saying, Go view the land, even Jericho. And they went, and came into an harlot's house, named Rahab, and lodged there.
“And Joshua the son of Nun,” it says, “sent two spies from Shittim, saying to them ‘Go up and survey the land and Jericho.’ When they arrived in Jericho, the two young men entered the house of a prostitute by the name of Rahab and stayed there as guests.” Pay attention to the structure of this mystery, most beloved brothers, and ask yourselves why men as great as these, for whom the Lord had performed such marvels and miracles, entered the house of a woman of ill repute, as if they were unable to lodge elsewhere. They did this not by chance, I believe, but intentionally by prophetic design. For I find this prostitute in many places, not only as a hostess of saints but also as their bride. The most holy prophet Hosea, for instance, was commanded by the Lord to accept a harlot as his wife: “For the Lord said to me, ‘Take for your wife a prostitute and generate children of prostitution.’ ” Even our Lord and Savior himself, when he had sat down by the well in Samaria, conversed with an immoral woman to whom no one had previously spoken there. After he said to her, “You have had five husb…
But made himself of no reputation, and took upon him the form of a servant, and was made in the likeness of men:
The song of songs, which is Solomon's.
Draw me, we will run after thee: 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.
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.
I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.
“My horses are with Pharaoh’s chariots,” it says. The horses of the Lord, that is, the people of the Gentiles, were formerly with Pharaoh’s chariots, that is, in the power of the devil, since they had not yet believed in Christ. He forewarns them, therefore, not to submit themselves again to that yoke through contempt of the faith. For, as I have already said, the people of the Gentiles who required horses were held under the Pharaoh’s yoke, that is, with the chariots of the devil, before the Lord’s advent, even though the Lord already foreknew them to be his own. But there is no doubt that the Pharaoh is the devil, for the devil tyrannizes the world like the Pharaoh did Egypt. Moreover, just as the Pharaoh persecuted the sons of Israel, so does the devil persecute the saints in this world.… Yet, now liberated by the grace of Christ from the yoke of tyrannical servitude, having been made sons of God through faith, and destined for celestial glory with a pure heart and true devotion in all holiness and righteousness, let us hold firmly to the same faith through which we live and are s…
The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.