Richard Challoner
Reformation and later · AD 1500 onward · d. AD 1781 · 798 passages across 38 books
Commentary
I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
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.
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.
Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
A fountain sealed up: That none can drink of its waters, that is, the graces and spiritual benefits of the holy sacraments, but those who are within its walls.
I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.
My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.
My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.
Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.
There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.
My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.
Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.
His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.
Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I raised thee up under the apple tree: there thy mother brought thee forth: there she brought thee forth that bare thee.
We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts: what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?
And it shall come to pass in the last days, that the mountain of the LORD'S house shall be established in the top of the mountains, and shall be exalted above the hills; and all nations shall flow unto it.
For Tophet is ordained of old; yea, for the king it is prepared; he hath made it deep and large: the pile thereof is fire and much wood; the breath of the LORD, like a stream of brimstone, doth kindle it.