Is my well-beloved—Christ.
Unto me—“Who of God is made unto us Wisdom.” “We have the mind of Christ.”
He shall lie all night—During this dark time while evil is permitted.
Betwixt my breasts—I will take the Lord into my bosom, “More dear, more intimately nigh than e'en the sweetest earthly tie.”
1:14. My Beloved—Christ, on the other side of the veil.
Is unto me—The Bride, still toiling on this side of the veil.
As a cluster of camphire—A cooling, fragrant shade, a refuge from the fierce heat; “as the shadow of a great rock in a weary land.”
In the vineyards of Engedi—Located on the shore of the Dead Sea, in one of the hottest of climates.
1:15. Behold thou art fair.—The Bridegroom speaks again.
My love—My Bride to be.