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Song of Solomon - Chapter: 2

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2:1	I Am the lylie of the felde, and rose of the valleyes:
2:2	as the rose amonge the thornes, so is my loue amonge the daughters.
2:3	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.
2:4	He bringeth me into hys wyne seller, hys banner spred ouer me, is loue.
2:5	Set aboute me cuppes of wyne, comforte me with apples, for I am sycke of loue:
2:6	His left hande lyeth vnder my heade, & hys ryght hande shall embrace me.
2:7	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.
2:8	Me thinke I heare the voyce of my beloued: lo, there commeth he hoppynge vpon the mountaynes, & leapynge ouer the lytle hylles.
2:9	My beloued, is lyke a Roo or a yonge hart. Beholde, he standeth behynde our wall, he loketh in at the wyndowe, and pepeth thorowe the grate.
2:10	My beloued answered and sayde vnto me. O stande vp my loue, my beutyfull, and go to thyne awne:
2:11	for that, the wynter is now past the rayne is awaye and gone.
2:12	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.
2:13	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
2:14	(O my doue) out of the caues of the 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.
2:15	Get vs the foxes, yee the lytle foxes, that hurt the vynes, for oure vynes beare blosoms.
2:16	My loue is myne, and I am hys, which fedeth amonge the roses,
2:17	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.


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2:4	The king ledde me in to the wyn celer; he ordeynede charite in me.
2:5	Bisette ye me with flouris, cumpasse ye me with applis; for Y am sijk for loue.
2:6	His left hond is vndur myn heed; and his riyt hond schal biclippe me.
2:7	Ye douytris of Jerusalem, Y charge you greetli, bi capretis, and hertis of feeldis, that ye reise not, nether make to awake the dereworthe spousesse, til sche wole. The vois of my derlyng; lo!
2:8	this derlyng cometh leepynge in mounteyns, and skippynge ouer litle hillis.
2:9	My derlyng is lijk a capret, and a calf of hertis; lo! he stondith bihynde oure wal, and biholdith bi the wyndows, and lokith thorouy the latisis.
2:10	Lo! my derlyng spekith to me, My frendesse, my culuer, my faire spousesse, rise thou, haaste thou, and come thou;
2:11	for wyntir is passid now, reyn is goon, and is departid awei.
2:12	Flouris apperiden in oure lond, the tyme of schridyng is comun; the vois of a turtle is herd in oure lond,
2:13	the fige tre hath brouyt forth hise buddis; vyneris flourynge han youe her odour. My frendesse, my fayre spousesse, rise thou, haaste thou, and come thou.
2:14	My culuer is in the hoolis of stoon, in the chyne of a wal with out morter. Schewe thi face to me, thi vois sowne in myn eeris; for thi vois is swete, and thi face is fair.
2:15	Catche ye litle foxis to vs, that destrien the vyneris; for oure vyner hath flourid.
2:16	My derlyng is to me, and Y am to hym, which is fed among lilies;
2:17	til the dai sprynge, and schadewis be bowid doun. My derlyng, turne thou ayen; be thou lijk a capret, and a calf of hertis, on the hillis of Betel.


2:1	I am the floure of the felde, and lylie of the valleys:
2:2	as the rose amonge the thornes, so is my loue amonge the daughters.
2:3	Like as the aple tre amonge the trees of the wodd, so is my beloued amonge the sonnes. My delite is to sitt vnder his shadowe, for his frute is swete vnto my throte.
2:4	He bryngeth me in to his wyne seller, and loueth me specially well.
2:5	Refresh me wt grapes, coforte me with apples, for I am sick of loue.
2:6	His left hade lyeth vnder my heade, & his right hande enbraceth me.
2:7	I charge you (o ye doughters of Ierusalem (by the Roes & hyndes of the felde, yt ye wake not vp my loue ner touch her, till she be content herself.
2:8	Me thynke I heare the voyce of my beloued: lo, there commeth he hoppinge vpon ye mountaynes, and leapinge ouer the litle hilles.
2:9	My beloued is like a Roo or a yonge hart. Beholde, he stondeth behynde or wall, he loketh in at the wyndowe, & pepeth thorow the grate.
2:10	My beloued answered & sayde vnto me: O stode vp my loue, my doue, my beutyfull, & come:
2:11	for lo, the wynter is now past, the rayne is awaie & gone.
2:12	The floures are come vp in the felde, the twystinge tyme is come, the voyce of the turtle doue is herde in oure londe.
2:13	The fyge tre bryngeth forth hir fyges, the vynes beare blossoms, and haue a good smell. O stode vp my loue, my beutyfull, and come
2:14	(my doue) out of the caues of the 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.
2:15	Gett vs the foxes, yee the litle foxes that hurte ye vynes, for oure vynes beare blossoms.
2:16	My loue is myne, and I am his, (which fedeth amoge the lylies)
2:17	vntill the daye breake, and till the shadowes be gone. Come agayne preuely (o my beloued) like as a Roo or a yonge harte vnto the mountaynes.

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