Cânticos 2
Jerome · Comentário Patrístico (catena)
Cânticos 2:1
This flower has become fruit that we might eat it, that we might consume its flesh. Would you like to know what this fruit is? A Virgin from a virgin, the Lord from the handmaid, God from man, Son from mother, fruit from earth. Listen to what the fruit itself says: "Unless the grain of wheat fall into the ground and die, it cannot bring forth much fruit." — HOMILIES ON THE PSALMS 6 (PSALM 66)
Cânticos 2:1
[Christ] himself says in the Song of Songs, "I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valley." Our rose is the destruction of death, and [that rose] died that death itself might die in his dying. — LETTER 75.1
Cânticos 2:6
The hands are here a figure of wedlock. — LETTER 22.19
Cânticos 2:8
Let us follow Christ in the mountains since our brother like a gazelle or a young stag came leaping over the hills, springing across the mountains. In truth, Christ after the resurrection did not ascend into heaven from the valley but from the mountain. Unless we are mountains of virtue, we cannot ascend into heaven. — HOMILIES ON THE PSALMS 45 (PSALM 132)
Cânticos 2:10-12
Then the bridegroom makes answer to the bride and teaches her that the shadow of the old law has passed away and the truth of the gospel has come. "Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away, for lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone." … "The voice of the turtle [dove] is heard in our land." The turtle [dove], the most chaste of birds, always dwelling in lofty places, is a type of the Savior. — Against Jovinianus 1.30
Cânticos 2:13-14
Immediately the turtle says to its fellow, "The fig tree has put forth its green figs," that is, the commandments of the old law have fallen, and the blossoming vines of the gospel give forth their fragrance.… While you covered your countenance like Moses and the veil of the law remained, I neither saw your face, nor did I condescend to hear your voice. I said, "Yes, when you make many prayers, I will not hear." But now, with unveiled face behold my glory, and shelter yourself in the cleft and steep places of the solid rock. — Against Jovinianus 1.30