Song of Solomon

Chapter 1

The church's love to Christ, 1-4. She confesses her deformity, 5, 6, and prays to be directed to his flock, 7. Christ directs her to the shepherds' tents, 8; and showing his love to her, 9, 10, gives her gracious promises, 11. The church and Christ congratulate one another, 12-17.

1 [The song of songs, which is Solomon's.]

2 [Lady:] Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, for your love is better than wine.

3 Because of the savor of your good ointments, your name is as ointment poured forth; therefore, the virgins love you.

4 Draw me. We will run after you. The king has brought me into his chambers. [Others:] We will be glad and rejoice in you. We will remember your love more than wine. The upright love you.

5 [Lady:] I am black, but beautiful, O daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.

6 Do not look upon me because I am black, because the sun has looked upon me. My mother's children were angry with me. They made me the keeper of the vineyards, but I have not kept my own vineyard.

7 Tell me, O you whom my soul loves, where you feed, where you make your flock to rest at noon. For why should I be as one who turns aside by the flocks of your companions?

8 [Gentleman:] If you do not know, O fairest among women, go forth by the footsteps of the flock and feed your kids beside the shepherds' tents.

9 I have compared you, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.

10 Your cheeks are beautiful with rows of jewels, your neck with chains of gold.

11 [Others:] We will make for you borders of gold with studs of silver.

12 [Lady:] While the king sits at his table, my spikenard sends forth its smell.

13 A bundle of myrrh is my well beloved to me. He shall lie all night between my breasts.

14 My beloved is to me as a cluster of camphor in the vineyards of En-gedi.

15 [Gentleman:] Behold, you are fair, my love. Behold, you are fair. You have doves' eyes.

16 [Lady:] Behold, you are fair, my beloved, even pleasant. Also our bed is green.

17 [Gentleman:] The beams of our house are cedar and our rafters of fir.


Matthew Henry Commentary - Song of Solomon, Chapter 1