Verse 17. The beams of our house are cedar - Perhaps it was under a cedar tree whose vast limbs were interwoven with the twrb beroth, a tree of the cypress kind, where they now sat. And this natural bower recommended itself to the poet's attention by its strength, loftiness, and its affording them a shady cover and cool retreat. How natural to break out into the praise of a bower, by whose branches and foliage we are shielded from the intense heat of the sun! Even the shelter of a great rock to a weary land is celebrated by the pen of the first of prophets and greatest of poets, Isa. xxxii. 2.
With this chapter the first day of the marriage ceremonies is supposed to end.