In this chapter we have, I. Christ's gracious
acceptance of the invitation which his church had given him, and
the kind visit which he made to her,
1 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.
These words are Christ's answer to the
church's prayer in the close of the foregoing chapter, Let my
beloved come into his garden; here he has come, and lets her
know it. See how ready God is to hear prayer, how ready Christ is
to accept the invitations that his people give him, though we are
backward to hear his calls and accept his invitations. He is free
in condescending to us, while we are shy of ascending to him.
Observe how the return answered the request, and outdid it. 1. She
called him her beloved (and really he was so), and invited
him because she loved him; in return to this, he called her his
sister and spouse, as several times before,
2 I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night. 3 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them? 4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him. 5 I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock. 6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer. 7 The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me. 8 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.
In this song of loves and joys we have here
a very melancholy scene; the spouse here speaks, not to her beloved
(as before, for he has withdrawn), but of him, and it is a sad
story she tells of her own folly and ill conduct towards him,
notwithstanding his kindness, and of the just rebukes she fell
under for it. Perhaps it may refer to Solomon's own apostasy from
God, and the sad effects of that apostasy after God had come into
his garden, had taken possession of the temple he had built, and he
had feasted with God upon the sacrifices (
I. The indisposition that the spouse was
under, and the listlessness that had seized her (
II. The call that Christ gave to her, when
she was under this indisposition: It is the voice of my
beloved; she knew it to be so, and was soon aware of it, which
was a sign that her heart was awake. Like the child Samuel, she
heard at the first call, but did not, like him, mistake the person;
she knew it to be the voice of Christ. He knocks, to awaken us to
come and let him in, knocks by his word and Spirit, knocks by
afflictions and by our own consciences; though this is not
expressly quoted, yet probably it is referred to (
III. The excuse she made to put off her
compliance with this call (
IV. The powerful influences of divine
grace, by which she was made willing to rise and open to her
beloved. When he could not prevail with her by persuasion he put
in his hand by the hole in the door, to unbolt it, as one weary
of waiting,
V. Her compliance with these methods of
divine grace at last: My bowels were moved for him. The will
was gained by a good work wrought upon the affections: My bowels
were moved for him, as those of the two disciples were when
Christ made their hearts to burn within them. She was moved
with compassion to her beloved, because his head was wet with
dew. Note, Tenderness of spirit, and a heart of flesh, prepare
the soul for the reception of Christ into it; and therefore his
love to us is represented in such a way as is most affecting. Did
Christ redeem us in his pity? Let us in pity receive him, and, for
his sake, those that are his, when at any time they are in
distress. This good work, wrought upon her affections, raised her
up, and made her ashamed of her dulness and slothfulness (
VI. Her said disappointment when she did open to her beloved. And here is the most melancholy part of the story: I opened to my beloved, as I intended, but, alas! my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone. My beloved was gone, was gone, so the word is.
1. She did not open to him at his first knock, and now she came too late, when afterwards she would have inherited this blessing. Christ will be sought while he may be found; if we slip our time, we may lose our passage. Note, (1.) Christ justly rebukes our delays with his denials, and suspends the communications of comfort from those that are remiss and drowsy in their duty. (2.) Christ's departures are matter of great grief and lamentation to believers. The royal psalmist never complains of any thing with such sorrowful accents as God's hiding his face from him, and casting him off, and forsaking him. The spouse here is ready to tear her hair, and rend her clothes, and wring her hands, crying, He is gone, he is gone; and that which cuts her to the heart is that she may thank herself, she provoked him to withdraw. If Christ departs, it is because he takes something unkindly.
2. Now observe what she does, in this case,
and what befel her. (1.) She still calls him her beloved,
being resolved, how cloudy and dark soever the day be, she will not
quit her relation to him and interest in him. It is a weakness,
upon every apprehension either of our own failings or of God's
withdrawings, to conclude hardly as to our spiritual state. Every
desertion is not despair. I will say, Lord, I believe,
though I must say, Lord, help my unbelief. Though he leave
me, I love him; he is mine. (2.) She now remembers the words he
said to her when he called her, and what impressions they made upon
her, reproaching herself for her folly in not complying sooner with
her convictions: "My soul failed when he spoke; his words
melted me when he said, My head is wet with dew; and yet,
wretch that I was, I lay still, and made excuses, and did not open
to him." The smothering and stifling of our convictions is a thing
that will be very bitter in the reflection, when God opens our
eyes. Sometimes the word has not its effect immediately upon the
heart, but it melts it afterwards, upon second thoughts. My
soul now melted because of his words which he had spoken
before. (3.) She did not go to bed again, but went in pursuit of
him: I sought him; I called him. She might have saved
herself this labour if she would but have bestirred herself when he
first called; but we cut ourselves out a great deal of work, and
create ourselves a great deal of trouble, by our own slothfulness
and carelessness in improving our opportunities. Yet it is her
praise that, when her beloved has withdrawn, she continues seeking
him; her desires toward him are made more strong, and her enquiries
after him more solicitous, by his withdrawings. She calls him by
prayer, calls after him, and begs of him to return; and she not
only prays but uses means, she seeks him in the ways wherein she
used to find him. (4.) Yet still she missed of him: I could not
find him; he gave me no answer. She had no evidence of his
favour, no sensible comforts, but was altogether in the dark, and
in doubt concerning his love towards her. Note, There are those who
have a true love for Christ, and yet have not immediate answers to
their prayers for his smiles; but he gives them an equivalent if he
strengthens them with the strength in their souls to continue
seeking him,
9 What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge us? 10 My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand. 11 His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven. 12 His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set. 13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh. 14 His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires. 15 His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. 16 His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
Here is, I. The question which the
daughters of Jerusalem put to the spouse concerning her beloved, in
answer to the charge she had given them,
II. The account which the spouse gives of her beloved in answer to this question. We should always be ready to instruct and assist those that are enquiring after Christ. Experienced Christians, who are well acquainted with Christ themselves, should do all they can to make others acquainted with him.
1. She assures them, in general, that he is
one of incomparable perfections and unparalleled worth (
2. She gives a particular detail of his
accomplishments, conceals not his power or comely proportion. Every
thing in Christ is amiable. Ten instances she here gives of his
beauty, which we need not be nice in the application of, lest the
wringing of them bring forth blood and prove the wresting of them.
The design, in general, is to show that he is every way qualified
for his undertaking, and has all that in him which may recommend
him to our esteem, love, and confidence. Christ's appearance to
John (
3. She concludes with a full assurance both
of faith and hope, and so gets the mastery of her trouble. (1.)
Here is a full assurance of faith concerning the complete beauty of
the Lord Jesus: "He is altogether lovely. Why should I stand
to mention particulars, when throughout there is nothing amiss?"
She is sensible she does him wrong in the particular descriptions
of him, and comes far short of the dignity and merit of the
subject, and therefore she breaks off with the general encomium:
He is truly lovely, he is wholly so; there is nothing
in him but what is amiable, and nothing amiable but what is in him.
He is all desires; he has all in him that one can desire.
And therefore all her desire is towards him, and she seeks him thus
carefully and cannot rest contented in the want of him. Who can but
love him who is so lovely? (2.) Here is a full assurance of hope
concerning her own interest in him: "This is my beloved, and
this is my friend; and therefore wonder not that I thus long
after him." See with what a holy boldness she claims relation to
him, and then with what a holy triumph she proclaims it. It is
property that sweetens excellency. To see Christ, and not to see
him as ours, would be rather a torture than a happiness; but to see
one that is thus lovely, and to see him as ours, is a complete
satisfaction. Here is a true believer, [1.] Giving an entire
consent to Christ: "He is mine, my Lord and my God
(