A commentary upon the whole Old Testament, added to that of the same author upon the whole New Testament published many years before, to make a compleat work upon the whole Bible. Vols. 2-4. Wherein the divers translations and expositions, literall and mysticall, of all the most famous commentators both ancient and modern are propounded, examined, and judged of, for the more full satisfaction of the studious reader in all things, and many most genuine notions inserted for edification in the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ. A work, the like unto which hath never yet been published by any man, yet very necessary, nor only for students in divinity; but also for every Christian that loveth the knowledge of divine things, or humane, whereof this comment is also full. Consisting of IV parts. I Upon the Pentateuch, or five books of Moses. II Upon the historical part, from Joshua to Esther. III Upon Job, Psalms, Proverbs, Ecclesiastes, and Solomons Song. IV Upon all the prophets both great and small. By John Mayer, doctor of divinity.

CHAP. II.
Verse 1. I Am the rose of Sharon, and the Lilly of the vallies.	1 I Am the Rose that smels most sweet, of all the flowers in the field, And Lillies none more purely white, then me, the world did ever yeeld.
2 As the Lilly amongst the thornes, so is my Love amongst the daughters.	2 As Lilly white, which hath no price, amongst the pricking thornes is plac'd, So is my Love amongst hurtfull men, harmlesse set, whereby grac'd.
3 As the Apple-tree a∣mongst the trees of the wood, so is my beloved amongst the sonnes; I sate downe un∣der his shadow with delight, and his fruit was sweet unto my taste.	3 As Apple-trees for shade and fruit, excell all trees that grow in wood, So my beloved doth all sonnes, in pleasing shade, and fruit for food.
4 He brought me into the Banqueting-house, and his ban∣ner over me was love.	4 No sooner doe I this beleeve, but that more joy comes unto me, By his good Spirit, as by wine, for now his Banner's love to me;
5 Stay me with Flaggons, comfort me with Apples, for I am sick of love.	5 And this sweet taste of thy great Love, (O Saviour) which now I have, So workes with me, that whole flaggons, and more apples of Grace I crave.
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth imbrace me.	6 And this I can no sooner doe, but that he's ready in my sight Me to imbrace, with both his hands, my head with left, my corps with right.
7 I charge you, O yee daughters of Jerusalem, by the Roes and Hindes of the field that yee stirre not up, nor wake my Love untill he please.	7 And now he sleepes between my breasts, all anger being laid abed, My care shall be for evermore, by sinning not to stirre his head; And the same charge upon you, all fellow Beleevers, I doe lay: If Roe, the Hinde doth thus observe, stirre not by sin our Love, I pray.
8 The voyce of my beloved, behold he comes leaping upon the mountaines, and skipping upon the hills.	8 If how he comes, yee would faine know, behold his voyce in Wildernesse, Comes first for to prepare his way, and then my Love full of goodnesse.
9 My beloved is like a Roe, or young Hart, behold hee standeth behinde our wall, he looketh forth at the windowes, shewing himselfe through the Lattice.	9 Soone after as an Hinde, or Roe, stops not for steep mountaine or hill, So he ore-leaps impediments, even all by his good Gospel-will. Before he tooke our flesh he stood, hidden in Types behind that wall; But now at window as the Sun,

turning to Light that darknesse all, And thus as man to man was seen, to mortall eyes, as God yet hid, As through a Lattice that is thick appeares, and shew himselfe he did;

10 My beloved spake, and said, Arise my Love, my faire one, and come away.	10 And now what is his will, but that I rise from sinne to righteousnesse, And thus beleeving come to him, and so partake of his goodnesse?
11 The winter is past, the raine is over, and gone.	11 And me to move to this, he pleads the time, and saith, winter is past, Wherein the world lay dead in sinne, which me from his cold raine kept fast.
12 The flowers appeare up∣on the earth, the time of the singing of Birds is come, the voyce of the Turtle is heard in our land.	12 Flowers of Grasse smelling most sweet, in Christen fields doe now appeare, Preachers like Birds sweet harmony, by singing make now every where, Charming the soule from den of sinne, yea the chaste Turtle John Baptist, His voyce is heard in Judea, with speed to draw us all to Christ.
13 The Fig-tree putteth forth green figges, the Vine with her tender Grapes give a good smell, arise my Love, my faire one, and come away.	13 All Countries whence the Gospel's preach'd, do spring, bud, shoot out, and blossome, As doth the Fig-tree in the spring, rise then my Love, and to me come.
14 O my Dove, that art in the clefts of the rocke, in the secret of the staires, let me see thy countenance, let me heare thy voyce, for thy voyce is sweet, and thy countenance comly.	14 And doing so feare not, for he that comes to me as helplesse Dove, In me the rock is sheltered from foes beneath, and foes above. But note that he who is thus safe, on staires of grace ascending is Heaven-ward, though not mens mortall eyes, but God in heaven alone sees this; Say then, I come, and unto me appeare upon these steps Divine: Thus both thy voyce and face shall I accept, and love and owne as mine.
15 Take us the Foxes, the little Foxes that spoile the Vines, for our Vines have ten∣der grapes.	15 But that thy voyce may pleasant be, and face most faire eke in my sight; O suffer not Seducers bold within my Church, but by thy might Chase them away, as men Foxes doe take, which doe their vines deface, So these by devouring the weale of Church, doe marre the most faire face.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his, he feedeth a∣mongst the Lillies.	16 Dost thou in me so much delight (O my beloved) take, loe I Am thine, and thou art mine, feed then with me, and live with thy Lilly.
17 Untill the day breake, and the shadowes fly away, turne my beloved, and be thou like a Roe, or a young Hart, upon the mountaines of Bethar.

17 Till that most joyfull day shall breake, wherein thou com'st to save for aye, When all troubles, and miseries of world shall fleet, and fly away, As Roe, and Hinde, on Mountaines steep, hasten to goe with greatest speed:

Haste thou alwayes to come to me, in danger, at all times of need.