Song of Solomon 2

Humble souls see the most beauty in the Bridegroom.
To them He is the rose and He is the lily,
and all excellency is in Him in the highest degree.
Those are made like Him in whose hearts His love is shed abroad.

1 I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.

2 As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.

3 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.

4 He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.

5 Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.

6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.

7 I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.

8 ¶ The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

9 My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.

10 My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

11 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;

12 The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;

13 The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

14 ¶ O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.

16 ¶ My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.

17 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.

Those whose hearts are filled with love to Christ and the hope of heaven, know best the meaning of this chapter – the rejoicing in Him and the longing to see Him.

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4 He ______________ me to the ____________________   __________, and his ____________ over me was ________.

8 ¶ The voice of my ______________! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

16 ¶ My beloved is mine, and I am his: he ______________ among the ____________.

Song of Solomon 2:8—The voice of my Beloved.

   There are times when winter rules within, and the atmosphere is full of rain, and the birds are mute. It does not necessarily argue that we have back slidden; only that the rich, emotional life has for a little died down, as the sap sinks to the earth during the winter’s pause.
   The first symptom of returning joy is the voice of the Beloved Master. We do not seek Him, but He us. We do not call, but He calls. The voice of spring is heard sounding through our soul. The sweet, clear, tender notes of the Savior ring melodiously around us, and as we hear them we know that our winter is past, the rain is over and gone, and the flowers and birds are at hand.
   Rise up, my love! Rise up from lethargy and sloth; from the low levels on which you have lived; from the earth with its attractions, and the grave with its fetters. And as the command issues from his lips, He gives rising grace. Come away, He cries. There is richer life and wider upon the mountains. Let us climb the heights that beckon as. The voice of Christ is constantly summoning us to fuller experiences, to leave what is behind and below, to press up and on, so that we may know Him and the power of his resurrection.
   How appropriate these words are as we may conceive of them being spoken to the expectant Church! After centuries of waiting she shall hear the archangel’s trump, and it will be the call of her Beloved to rise up and come away. Then her winter will be past forever; the unwithering flowers will appear; the time of singing will have come; and the voice of the turtle-dove, significant of affection, will be heard throughout Emmanuel’s Land. —Our Daily Homily