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2 O that he wold kysse me with the kysses of his mouth: for thy loue is more pleasaunt then wyne,
3 & that, because of şe good & pleasaunt sauoure of thy most preciouse balmes. Thy name is a swete smellynge oyntment when it is shed forthe, therfore do the maydens loue the:
4 drawe thou me vnto şe: we wyll runne after the. The kynge hath brought me into hys preuy chambres. We wyll be glad & reioyce in the, we thynke more of thy loue then of wyne. They that be ryghteous loue şe.
5 I am black (O ye daughters of Ierusalem) lyke as the tentes of şe Cedarenes, & as the hangynges of Salomon:
6 but yet am I fayre & well fauoured withall. Maruell not at me şt I am so black: for why? the sunne hath shyned vpon me. My mothers chyldren had euell wyll at me, they made me şe keper of the vyneyeardes: but myne owne vyneyarde haue I not kept.
7 Tell me of him whom my soule louethe where thou fedest the shepe, where thou makest them rest at şe noone daye: for why shall I belyke him, that goeth wronge aboute şe flockes of thy companyons?
8 Yf thou knowe not thy selfe (O thou fayrest amonge wemen) then go thy waye forth after şe fotesteppes of the shepe, and fede thy goates besyde the shepeherdes tentes.
9 Unto the hoost of Pharaos charettes haue I compared the, O my loue.
10 Thy chekes and thy neck is beawtyfull as şe turtyls, and hanged with spanges and goodly Iewels:
11 a neck bande of golde wyll we make the with syluer buttons.
12 When the kynge sytteth at the table, he shall smell my Nardus:
13 a bondell of Myrre is my loue vnto me: he wyll lye betwixte my breastes.
14 A cluster of Camphore in the vyneardes of Engaddi is my loue vnto me.
15 O howe fayre art thou (my loue) Oh howe fayre art thou? thou hast doues eyes.
16 O how fayre art thou (my beloued) howe well fauored art şu? Oure bed is decte with floures,
17 the sylynges of oure house are of Cedre tree, and oure crosse ioyntes of Cypresse.




1 I Am the lylie of the felde, and rose of the valleyes:
2 as the rose amonge the thornes, so is my loue amonge the daughters.
3 Lyke as the apple tree amonge the trees of the wodd, so is my beloued among the sonnes. My delyte is to syt vnder hys shadowe, for hys frute is swete vnto my throwte.
4 He bringeth me into hys wyne seller, hys banner spred ouer me, is loue.
5 Set aboute me cuppes of wyne, comforte me with apples, for I am sycke of loue:
6 His left hande lyeth vnder my heade, & hys ryght hande shall embrace me.
7 I charge you, (O ye daughters of Ierusalem) by the Roes and hyndes of the felde, that ye wake not vp my loue nor touche her, tyll she be content her selfe.
8 Me thinke I heare the voyce of my beloued: lo, there commeth he hoppynge vpon the mountaynes, & leapynge ouer the lytle hylles.
9 My beloued, is lyke a Roo or a yonge hart. Beholde, he standeth behynde our wall, he loketh in at şe wyndowe, and pepeth thorowe şe grate.
10 My beloued answered and sayde vnto me. O stande vp my loue, my beutyfull, and go to thyne awne:
11 for şt, şe wynter is now past the rayne is awaye and gone.
12 The floures are come vp in the felde, the tyme of the byrdes syngynge is come, and the voyce of the turtle doue is hearde in oure lande.
13 The fygge tree bringeth forth her fygges, and the vynes beare blossoms. & haue a good smel. O stande vp then & come my loue, my beutyfull, & come I saye
14 (O my doue) out of the caues of şe rockes, out of the holes of the wall: O let me se thy countenaunce and heare thy voyce for swete is thy voyce, and fayre is thy face.
15 Get vs the foxes, yee the lytle foxes, that hurt the vynes, for oure vynes beare blosoms.
16 My loue is myne, and I am hys, which fedeth amonge the roses,
17 vntyll the daye breake, and tyll the shadowes be gone. Come agayne (O my beloued) and be lyke as a Roo or a yonge hart vpon the wyde mountaynes.




1 By nyght in my beed I sought him, whom my soule loueth: ye diligently sought I him, but I founde him not.
2 I wyll get vp (thought I) and go aboute the cytie, in the wayes in all the stretes wyll I seke him whom my soule loueth: but when I sought hym, I founde hym not.
3 The watchmen also that go aboute the cytie, founde me. Sawe ye not him whom my soule loueth?
4 So when I was a lytle past them, I founde him whom my soule loueth. I haue gotten holde vpon hym, and wyll not let him go vntyll I bringe hym into my mothers house, and into her chambre that bare me.
5 I charge you, O ye daughters of Ierusalem, by the Roes and Hyndes of the felde, that ye wake not vp my loue ner touche her, tyll she be content herselfe.
6 Who is thys, that commeth vp out of the wyldernesse like vapours of smoke, as it were a smell of Myrre, franckencense, and all maner spyces of the Apotecary?
7 Beholde, aboute Salomons bedstede ther stande .lx. valeaunt men of the most myghtie in Israel.
8 They holde swerdes euery one, and are expert in warre. Euery man also hath hys swerde vpon hys thygh, because of feare in the nyght:
9 Kynge Salomon had made him selfe a palace of the wod of Libanus,
10 the pilers are of syluer, the couerynge of golde, the seate of purple, the grounde is pleasauntly paued with loue for the daughters of Ierusalem.
11 Go forth (O ye daughters of Syon) and beholde Kynge Salomon in the crowne: wherwith his mother crowned him in the daye of hys mariage, and in şe daye of the gladnesse of his hert.




1 O How fayre art şu, my loue, howe fayre art thou? şu hast doues eyes, besyde that which lyeth hyd within.
2 Thy hearye lockes are like şe woll of a flocke of gotes şt be shorne vpon mount Gilead: Thy teth are like shepe of the same bignesse, which went vp from the washinge place: where euery one beareth two twyns, and not one vnfrutefull amonge them.
3 Thy lippes are like a rose coloured rybonde, thy wordes are louely, thy chekes are like a pece of a pomgranat within thyne heares.
4 Thy neck is lyke şe tower of Dauid builded with costly stones lyinge out on the sides wher vpon there hang a thousande shyldes, yee all the weapens of the geauntes.
5 Thy two brestes are lyke two twyns of younge roes, which fede amonge roses.
6 O that I myght go to the mountayne of Myrre, & to şe hyll of franckencense: tyll şe daye breake & tyll şe shadowes be past awaye.
7 Thou art all fayre, O my loue, & no spott is there in the.
8 Come to me from Libanus (O my spouse) come to me from Libanus loke from the toppe of Amana, from the toppe of Sanir & Hermon, from the lyons dennes and from şe mountaynes of şe leopardes.
9 Thou hast with loue bewitched my hert, O my syster, my spouse, şu hast be witched my herte, with one of thyne eyes, and wt one cheyne of thy neck.
10 O howe fayre are thy brestes, my syster, my spouse? Thy brestes are more pleasaunt then wyne, and şe smel of thyne oyntmentes passeth all spyces.
11 Thy lippes, O my spouse, droppe as şe hony combe, yee mylcke and hony is vnder thy tong, and the smell of thy garmentes is lyke şe smell of Libanus.
12 A garden well locked is my syster, my spouse, a garden well locked, and a sealed well.
13 The frutes şt are planted in the, are lyke a very Paradyse of pomgranates with swete frutes:
14 as Camphore, Nardus, and Saffron, Calamus, & Synamom with all swete smellynge trees: Myrre. Aloes and all the best spyces:
15 a well of gardens, a well of lyuinge waters, which renne downe from Libanus.
16 Up thou north wynde, come thou south wynde, and blowe vpon my garden, şt the smell therof maybe caryed on euery syde: yee şt my beloued maye come into hys garden, & eate of şe swete frutes that growe therin.




1 I Am come into my garden, O my sister, my spouse: I haue gathered my Myrre with my spyce. I haue eaten hony with my hony combe, I haue dronke my wyne with my mylke. Eate, O ye frendes, dryncke and be mery, O ye beloued.
2 As I am aslepe, and my hert is waking I heare voyce of my beloued, when he knocketh. Open to me, O my sister, my loue, my doue, my derlynge: for my heade is full of dewe, & the lockes of my hearre are full of the nyght droppes.
3 I haue put of my cote, how can I do it on agayne? I haue washed my fete, how shall I fyle them agayne?
4 My loue put in his hand at the hole, and my herte was moued within me.
5 I stode vp to open vnto my beloued, & my handes dropped with Myrre, & the Myrre ranne downe my fyngers vpon şe locke.
6 I opened vnto my beloued, but he was departed and gone his waye. Now when he spake, my hert was gone: I sought hym, but I coulde not fynde hym: I cryed vpon him, neuerthelesse, he gaue me no answere.
7 So şe watchmen şt wente about the cytie, founde me, smote me, & wounded me: Yee, they şt kepte şe walles, toke awaye my kercheafe fro me.
8 I charge you therfore, O ye daughters of Ierusalem, yf ye fynde my beloued, that ye tell hym, how that I am syck for loue.
9 What maner of man is thy loue aboue other louers? O şu fayrest amonge wemen? Or what can thy loue do, more then other louers, that thou chargest vs so straytely?
10 As for my loue, he is white and redde coloured, a goodlye personne amonge ten thousande:
11 his heade is as the most fyne golde, the lockes of hys hearre are busshed, and black as a crowe.
12 His eyes are as şe eyes of doues by the water brokes, as though they were wasshed with mylk, & are sett lyke perles in golde.
13 Hys chekes are lyke a garden bedd, where in the Apotecaries plante all maner of swete thynges: Hys lyppes are lyke roses that droppe swete smelling Myrre.
14 His handes are lyke gold rynges hauinge enclosed şe precyous stone of Tharsis. His body is as the pure yuery, decte ouer with Saphires:
15 His legges are as the pylers of Marbell, set vpon sokettes of golde. His face is as Libanus, and as şe bewty of the Cedre trees.
16 The wordes of his mouthe are swete, yee, he is altogether louely. Soche one is my loue. O ye daughters of Ierusalem, soch one is my loue.




1 Whither is thy loue gone then (O thou fayrest amonge wemen) whither is is thy loue departed? we will seke him with the:
2 My loue is gone downe into hys garden, vnto the swete smellyng beddes, that he may refresh hym self in the garden, and gather roses.
3 My loue is myne & I am his, which fedeth amonge the roses.
4 Thou art beautyfull, o my loue, as is the place of Thirza, thou art fayre as Ierusalem, fearfull as an armye of men, wt theyr banners.
5 Turne awaye thyne eyes fro me, for they haue set me on fyre. Thy hearrye lockes are lyke a flocke of goates shorne vpon the mount of Gilead.
6 Thy teth are lyke a flock of shorne shepe, which go out of şe washyng place: where euery one beareth twyns, & not one vnfrutefull among them.
7 Thy chekes are lyke a pece of a pomgranate, With in thy volupers.
8 There are .lx. Quenes .lxxx. wyues, and dameselles without nombre.
9 One is my doue, one is my derlynge. She is the onely beloued of her mother, & deare vnto her şt bare her. When şe daughters sawe her, they sayde, she was blessed. Yee the Quenes and wyues praysed her.
10 What is she this, şt loketh forth as the mornynge? fayre as the moone, cleare as the sunne, and fearful as an armye of men wt their baners.
11 I wente downe into şe nutt garden, to se what grewe by şe brokes, & to loke yf the vyneyarde florished, or yf şe pomgranates were shot forth.
12 I knewe not şt my soule had made me şe charyote of the people that be vnder tribute.
13 Turne againe, turne agayne. O thou perfecte one turne ageyne, turne agayne, & we will loke vpon the. What wil ye se in the Sulamyte? She is lyke men of warre singynge in a companye.




1 O how pleasaunt are thy treadynges with the shoes, thou princes daughter? Thy thighes are like a fayre iewell, which is wrought by a connyng worcke master.
2 Thy nauell is lyke a rounde goblet, which is neuer without drinke. Thy wombe is lyke a hepe of wheat that is sett aboute wt roses
3 Thy two brestes are lyke two twyns of yonge roes.
4 Thy neck is as it were a tower of yuery: thine eyes also are lyke the water poles şt are in Hesebon, besyde şe porte of Bathrabbim: thy nose is lyke the tower of Libanus, which loketh toward Damascus.
5 That head şt standeth vpon the, is lyke Carmel & the hearre of thy heade is lyke purple and lyke a kynge goynge forth wt his garde aboute hym.
6 O how fayre & louely art şu my dearlynge, in pleasures?
7 Thy stature is lyke a Palme tree & thy brestes lyke the grapes.
8 I sayde I will clyme vp into şe Palme tree, & take holde of his hye braunches. Thy brestes also shalbe as şe vyne clustres şe smell of thy nostrels lyke is the smell of apples,
9 and thy iawes lyke the beste wyne. Whiche goeth strayte vnto my beloued and brusteth forth by şe lyppes of the Auncyent eldres.
10 There wyl I turne me vnto my loue & he shall turne hym vnto me.
11 O come on my loue, we will go forth into the felde, & take oure lodgynge in the villages.
12 In the mornynge wyll we go se şe vyneyarde: we will se yf the vyne be spronge forth, yf the grapes be growne, and yf the pomgranates be shot out. There will I geue şe my brestes:
13 şe Mandragoras geue theyr sweate smell: and besyde oure dores are all maner of pleasaunt frutes: both newe, & olde: whych I haue kepte for the, o my beloued.




1 O that I myght fynde the wythout, and kysse the, whom I loue as my brother whych suckte my mothers brestes: and that thou shalt not be despised
2 I will leade the, and brynge the in to my mothers house: that thou myghtest teach me, & that I myght geue the drynke of spiced wyne, & of the swete sappe of my pongranates.
3 His left hande shalbe vnder my head & hys ryght hande shall embrace me.
4 I charge you, O ye daughters of Ierusalem, şt ye wake not vp my loue, ner touch her, tyll she be content her selfe.
5 What is she this, that commeth vp from the wildernes, and leaneth vpon her loue? I waked the vp amonge the apple trees, where thy mother conceyued the, where thy mother (I saye) brought the into the worlde.
6 O set me as a seale vpon thine herte, and as a seale vpon thyne arme: for loue is myghtie as the death, & gelousy as the hel. Her coales are of fyre, & a very flamme of the Lorde:
7 so şt many waters are not able to quenche loue, nether maye the streames droune it. Yee, yf a man wolde geue all the good of his house for loue, he shuld counte it nothyng,
8 Our syster is but yonge, & hath no brestes: What shall we do for our syster, whan she shall be spoken for?
9 Yf she be a wall, we shal buylde a syluer bolwercke ther vpon: yf she be an open dore, we shall fasten her with borders of Cedre tree.
10 I am a wall, and my brestes lyke towres, then was I as one that hath founde fauoure in his syght.
11 Salomon hath a vyneyarde at Baal Hamon, & this vyneyarde delyuered he vnto the kepers: şt euery one for the frute therof shulde geue hym a thousande peces of syluer.
12 My vyneyard is in my sight: thou (O Salomon) must haue a thousande, and the kepers two hundred with the frute.
13 Thou that dwellest in the gardens, O let me heare thy voyce, that my companyons maye herken to the same.
14 O get the awaye, my loue, and be as a roo or a yong hert vpon the swete smellynge mountaynes.