2 O that thy mouthe woulde geue me a kysse, for thy brestes are more pleasaunt
3 & that because of the good & pleasaunt sauoure. Thy name is a swete
smelling oyntment, therfore do the maydens laue the:
4 yea, that same moueth me also to runne after the. The King hath brought me
into his preuy chambre. We wil be glad and reioyce in the, we thynke more of thy
brestes then of wyne: well is them that loue the.
5 I am black (O ye daughters of Hierusalem) like as the tentes of the Cedarenes,
and as the hanginges of Salomon:
6 but yet am I fayre & welfauoured withal. Maruell not at me that I am so
blacke: & why? şe sunne hath shyned vpon me. For when my mothers chyldren
had euel will at me, they made me the keper of şe vyneyarde. Thus was I fayne
to kepe a vyneyarde, which was not myne owne.
7 Tell me (O thou whom my soule loueth) where thou fedest, where thou restest at
the noone daye: lest I go wrong, and come vnto the flockes of thy companyons.
8 If thou knowe not thy selfe (O thou fayrest among women) then go thy waye
forthe after the fotesteppes of the shepe, as though thou woldest fede thy
goates beside şe shepeherdes tentes.
9 There will I tary for the (my loue) with myne host and mith my charettes which
shalbe no fewer then Pharaos.
10 Then shall thy chekes & thy neck be made fayre, & hanged with spanges
& goodly iewels:
11 a neck bande of golde will we make the with siluer butons.
12 When the king sitteth at the table, he shal smell my Nardus:
13 for a bondel of Myrre (O my beloued) lyeth betwixte my breastes.
14 A cluster of grapes of Cypers, or of şe vyneyardes of Engaddi art thou vnto
me, O my beloued.
15 O how fayre art thou (my loue) how fayre art thou? thou hast doues eyes.
16 O how fayre art thou (my beloued) how wel fauored art thou? Our bed is
decketh wt floures,
17 the sylinges of our house are of Cedre tree, and our balkes of Cypresse.
I am the floure of the felde, and Lylye of the valleys:
2 as the Rose amonge the thornes, so is my loue among the daughters.
3 Lyke as the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloued among the
sones. My delyte is to sit vnder hys shadowe, for hys frute is swete vnto my
4 He bringeth me into hys wyne seller, and loueth me specially well.
5 Refreshe me wyth grapes, comforte me with apples, for I am sycke of loue.
6 His left hand lyeth vnder my head, and hys right hande embraceth me.
7 I charge you (O ye daughters of Ierusalem) by the Roes & hyndes of the
felde, that ye wake not vp my loue nor touche her, tyll she be content her selfe.
8 Me thynke I heare the voyce of my beloued: lo, there commeth he hoppyng vpon
the mountaynes, & leapyng ouer the litle hylles.
9 My beloued is lyke a Roo or a yong hart. Beholde, he standeth behynde oure
wall, he loketh in at the wyndow, and pepeth thorow the grate.
10 My beloued aunswered & sayde vnto me. O stande vp my loue, my doue, my
beutifull, & come:
11 for lo, the wynter is now paste, & the rayne is away & gone.
12 The floures are come vp in the felde, the twystynge tyme is come, the voyce
of the turtle doue is hearde in our lande.
13 The fygge tree bringeth forthe her figges, the vynes beare blossoms, &
haue a good smell. O stande vp my loue, my beutifull, & come
14 (O my doue) oute of the caues of the rockes, out of the holes of the wal: O
let me se thy countenaunce & heare thy voyce, for swete is thy voyce and
fayre is thy face.
15 Get vs the foxes, yea, the litle foxes that hurt şe vynes, for our vines
16 My loue is myne, and I am hys, whych fedeth among the Lilies,
17 vntill the day breake, and till the shadowes be gone. Come agayn preuely (O
my beloued) lyke as a Roo or a yong hart vnto the mountaynes.
By night in my bedde I soughte hym, whome my soule loueth: yea, diligently
soughte I hym, but I founde him not.
2 I will get vp (thought I) & go aboute the citie, vpon the market & in
all the stretes will I seke him whome my soule loueth: but when I sought hym, I
founde him not.
3 The watchemen that go aboute the citie, founde me. Sawe ye not him whom my
4 So when I was a litle past them, I founde hym whom my soule loueth. I haue
gotten holde vpon him, & will not let hym go, vntil I bryng hym into my
mothers house, and into her chambre that bare me.
5 I charge you, O ye daughters of Ierusalem, by the Roes & Hyndes of the
felde, that ye wake not vp my loue nor touche her, tyll she be content her selfe.
6 Who is thys şt commeth out of the wildernesse lyke pylers of smoke as it were
a smell of Myrre, franckencence and al maner spyces of the Apotecary?
7 Behold, aboute Salomons bedstede ther stande .lx. valeaunt men of the myghty
8 Thei holde swerdes euery one & are experte in warre. Euery man hath his
swerde vpon his thygh, because of feare in the nighte.
9 Kynge Salomon hath made him selfe a bedstead of the wood of Libanus,
10 the pilers are of syluer, the coueryng of golde, the seate of purple, the
ground pleasauntly paued for şe daughters of Ierusalem.
11 Go forth (O ye daughters of Sion) and beholde Kynge Salomon in the crowne
wherwyth his mother crowned him in the day of his mariage, and in the daye of
the gladnesse of hys herte.
O how fayre arte thou, my loue, how fayre art thou? thou haste doues eyes,
beside that whych lyeth hyd wythin.
2 They hearye lockes are lyke a flocke of shepe that be clipped, which go first
vp from the washing place: where euery one beareth two twynes, and not one
vnfruteful among them.
3 Thy lyppes are lyke a rose coloured rybonde, thy wordes are louely: thy chekes
are like a pece of a pomgranate, besides that whych lyeth hyd wythin.
4 Thy necke is lyke the tower of Dauyd buylded wyth bulworkes, where vpon there
hange a thousaunde shyldes, yea all the weapens of the gyauntes.
5 Thy two brestes are lyke two twins of yong roes, which fede among the lilies.
6 O that I myght go to the mountayne of Myrre, and to the hyll of franckincense:
tyll the day breake, and tyl the shadowes be past awaye.
7 Thou arte all fayre, O my loue, and no spot is therin the.
8 Come to me from Lybanus, O my house, come to me from Libanus come soone the
next way from the top of Amana, from the top of Sanir and Hermon, from the lyons
dennes & from the mountaynes of şe leopardes.
9 Thou hast wounded my hert. O my syster, my spouse, thou hast wounded my hert,
with one of thyne eyes, & wyth one cheyne of thy neck.
10 O howe fayre and louely are thy brestes, my syster, my spouse? Thy brestes
are more pleasaunte then wyne, and the smell of thyne oyntmentes passeth al
11 Thy lyps, O my spouse, drop as the hony combe, yea milcke and hony is vnder
thy tonge, and the smel of thy garmentes is lyke the smell of frankyncense.
12 Thou arte a well kepte garden, O my syster, my spouse, thou art a well kepte
waterspringe, a sealed well.
13 The frutes that sprute in the, are like a very Paradyse of pomegranates with
14 as Cypresse, Nardus, Saffron, Calmus, and all the trees of Libanus: Myrre,
Aloes, and all the best spyces.
15 Thou art a well of gardens, a well of lyuyng waters, whyche reune doune from
16 Vp thou Northwynde, come thou southwynde, & blowe vppon my garden, that
the smell therof may be caryed on eueryside: yea that my beloued may come into
my garden, and eate of the frutes and apples that grow therein.
Come into my garden O my sister, my spouse: I haue gathered my Myrre with my
spyce. I wil eate my hony and my hony combe, I will drinke my wyne and my mylke.
Eate, O ye frendes, drynke & be mery, O ye beloued.
2 As I was a slepe, & my hert wakynge, I hearde the voyce of my beloued,
when he knocked. Open to me (sayde he) O my sister, my loue, my doue, my
derlynge: for my heade is full of dewe, and the lockes of my heere are full of
the night droppes.
3 I haue put of my cote, how can I do it on agayn? I haue washed my fete, how
shall I fyle them agayn?
4 But when my loue put in his hand at the hole, my hert was moued toward hym:
5 so şt I stode vp to open vnto my beloued. My handes dropped with Myrre, &
the Myrre ranne doune my fingers vpon the locke.
6 Neuerthelesse when I had opened vnto my beloued, he was departed and gone his
waye. Now lyke as afore tyme when he spake, my hert coude not longer refrayne:
Euen so now I soughte hym, but I coulde not fynde hym: I cryed vpon him,
neuerthelesse he gaue me no aunswere.
7 So the watchmen that wente aboute the cytye, founde me, smote me, &
wounded me: Yea, they that kept the walles, toke awaye my garment fro me.
8 I charge you therfore, O ye daughters of Ierusalem, if ye fynde my beloued,
that ye tell hym how that I am sycke for loue.
9 Who is thy loue aboue other louers, O thou fayrest among women? Or what can
thy loue do, more then other louers, şt thou chargest vs so straytely?
10 As for my loue, he is whyte and read coloured, a singular personne amonge
11 his head is the most fine golde, the lockes of hys heer are bushed, broune as
12 Hys eyes are as the eyes of doues by the water brokes, washen with mylke and
remaynyng in a plenteous place:
13 Hys chekes are lyke a garden bed, where in the Apotecaries plante all maner
of swete thinges: His lyppes droppe as the floures of şe most principal Myrre,
14 hys handes are full of golde rynges & precious stones. His body is as the
pure yuery, decte ouer with Saphires:
15 His legges are as the pylers of Marbel set vpon sokettes of golde: His face
is as Libanus, and as the bewty of the Cedre trees:
16 Hys throte is swete, yea, he is altogether louely. Such one is my loue, O ye
daughters of Ierusalem, such one is my loue.
(5:17) Whither is thy loue gone then (O thou fayrest amonge women) whither is
thy loue departed, that we may seke hym with the?
2 (6:1) My loue is gone doune into hys garden, vnto the swete smelling beddes,
that he maye refreshe him self in the garden, and gather floures.
3 (6:2) My loue is myne and I am hys, which fedeth among the Lylyes.
4 (6:3) Thou art pleasaunt (O my loue) euen as louelynesse it self, thou art
fayre as Ierusalem, glorious as an army of men, with their banners.
5 (6:4) (Turne awaye thyne eyes fro me, for thei make me to proude.) Thy heery
lockes are lyke a flocke of goates vpon şe mount of Galaad.
6 (6:5) Thy teth are like a flocke of shepe that be clypped, which go out of the
wasshyng place: where euery one beareth twoo twynes, and not one vnfruteful
7 (6:6) Thy chekes are lyke a pece of pomegranate besydes that which lyeth hyd
8 (6:7) There are thre score Quenes, foure score concubines, & yong women
9 (6:8) But one is my doue, my derling. She is the onely beloued of her mother,
and deare vnto her şt bare her. When the daughters sawe her, they sayde, she
was blessed: Yea the Quenes and concubynes praysed her.
10 (6:9) What is she this, that pepeth out as the mornynge? fayre as the moone,
excellent as the sunne, glorious as an army of men with their baners.
11 (6:10) I went doune into the nutte garden, to se what grew by şe brokes, to
loke if şe vineyarde florished, & if şe pomegranates were shot forth.
12 (6:11) Then the charettes of the prynce of my people made me sodenly afrayde.
13 (6:12) Turne agayn, turne agayn, O thou Sulamite, turne agayne, turne agayne,
that we may loke vpon the. (7:1) What pleasure haue ye more in the Sulamite,
than when she daunseth among the men of warre?
(7:2) O how pleasaunt are thy treadinges with thy shoes, thou princes daughter?
Thy thinges are like a fayre iewel, which is wrought by a connyng worke master:
2 (7:3) Thy nauell is like a round goblet, which is neuer without drynke: Thy
wombe is like an heap of wheat, set about with Lylies:
3 (7:4) Thy two brestes are lyke two twynnes of yong roes:
4 (7:5) Thy necke is as it were a tower of yuery: thyne eyes are lyke the water
poles in Hesebon, beside the porte of Bathrabbim: thy nose is like the tower of
Libanus, which loketh toward Damascus:
5 (7:6) That head that standeth vpon the is lyke Carmel: the heare of thy head
is like the kynges purple folden vp in plates.
6 (7:7) O how fayre & louely art thou, my dearlyng, in pleasures?
7 (7:8) Thy stature is like a date tree, and thy brestes like the grapes. I
8 (7:9) I will clymme vp into the date tree, and take holde of hys braunches.
Thy brestes also shalbe as the vyne grapes, the smell of thy nostrels lyke the
smell of apples,
9 (7:10) and thy throte like the beste wine. This shalbe pure and cleare for my
loue, his lippes & teth shal haue their pleasure.
10 (7:11) There wyll I turne me vnto my loue, and he shall turne hym vnto me.
11 (7:12) O come on my loue, let vs go forth into the felde, and take oure
lodgynge in the vyllages.
12 (7:13) In the mornyng wyll we ryse by tymes, and go se the vyneyarde: if it
be sprong forth, if the grapes be growne, & if the pomegranates be shut out.
There wil I geue the my brestes:
13 (7:14) there shall the Mandragoras geue their smell besyde oure dores: there,
O my loue, haue I kepte vnto the all maner of frutes, both newe and olde.
O that I myght fynde the without, and kisse the, whom I loue as my brother
whiche sucked my mothers brestes: and that thou woldest not be offended,
2 if I toke the, and broughte the into my mothers house: that thou mightest
teache me, & that I might geue the drinke of spiced wyne and of the swete
sappe of my pomgranates.
3 Hys left hand lyeth vnder my head and hys right hande embraceth me.
4 I charge you, O ye daughters of Ierusalem. that ye walke not vp my loue, nor
touch her, tyll she be content her self.
5 What is she this, that commeth vp from the wyldernes, and leaneth vpon her
loue? I am the same that waked the vp among the apple trees, where thy mother
bare the, where thy mother brought the into şe world.
6 O set me as a seale vpon thyne herte, and as a seale vpon thine arme: for loue
is mightye as the death, and gelousy as the hell. Her cooles are of fyre, and a
very flamme of the Lord:
7 so that many waters are not able too quenche loue, neither may şe streames
droun it. Yea, if a man wolde geue al the good of his house for loue, he should
counte it nothinge.
8 When our loue is tolde our yong syster, whose brestes are not yet growen, what
shal we do vnto her?
9 If she be a wall, we shall buylde a siluer bulwerke there vppon: if she be a
tower, we shall fasten her with borders of Cedre tree.
10 If I be a wall, & my brestes like towres, then am I as one that hath
founde fauoure in hys sight.
11 Salomon had a vyneyarde at Baal Hamon, thys vyneyarde delyuered he vnto the
kepers: that euery one for the frute thereof should geue hym a thousand peces of
12 But my vyneyard, O Salomon, geueth the a thousand, and two hundreth to the
kepers of the frute.
13 Thou that dwellest in the gardens, O let me heare thy voyce, that my
companyons may herken to the same.
14 O get the awaye, my loue, as a roo or a yong hert vnto the swete smellynge