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Song of Solomon - Chapter: 3

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3:1By nyght in my beed I sought him, whom my soule loueth: ye diligently sought I him, but I founde him not.
3:2I 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.
3:3The watchmen also that go aboute the cytie, founde me. Sawe ye not him whom my soule loueth?
3:4So 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.
3:5I 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.
3:6Who 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?
3:7Beholde, aboute Salomons bedstede ther stande .lx. valeaunt men of the most myghtie in Israel.
3:8They holde swerdes euery one, and are expert in warre. Euery man also hath hys swerde vpon hys thygh, because of feare in the nyght:
3:9Kynge Salomon had made him selfe a palace of the wod of Libanus,
3:10the pilers are of syluer, the couerynge of golde, the seate of purple, the grounde is pleasauntly paued with loue for the daughters of Ierusalem.
3:11Go 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 the daye of the gladnesse of his hert.

 

3:1In my litle bed Y souyte hym bi niytis, whom my soule loueth; Y souyte hym, and Y foond not.
3:2I shal rise, and Y schal cumpasse the citee, bi litle stretis and large stretis; Y schal seke hym, whom my soule loueth; I souyte hym, and Y foond not.
3:3Wakeris, that kepen the citee, founden me. Whether ye sien hym, whom my soule loueth?
3:4A litil whanne Y hadde passid hem, Y foond hym, whom my soule loueth; Y helde hym, and Y schal not leeue hym, til Y brynge him in to the hous of my modir, and in to the closet of my modir.
3:5Ye douytris of Jerusalem, Y charge you greetli, bi the capretis, and hertis of feeldis, that ye reise not, nether make to awake the dereworthe spousesse, til sche wole.
3:6Who is this womman, that stieth bi the deseert, as a yerde of smoke of swete smellynge spices, of mirre, and of encence, and of al poudur of an oynement makere?
3:7Lo! sixti stronge men of the strongeste men of Israel cumpassen the bed of Salomon; and alle thei holden swerdis,
3:8and ben moost witti to batels; the swerd of ech man is on his hipe, for the drede of nyytis.
3:9Kyng Salomon made to hym a seete, of the trees of Liban;
3:10he made the pilers therof of siluer; he made a goldun restyng place, a stiyng of purpur; and he arayede the myddil thingis with charite, for the douytris of Jerusalem.
3:11Ye douytris of Sion, go out, and se kyng Salomon in the diademe, bi which his modir crownede hym, in the dai of his spousyng, and in the dai of the gladnesse of his herte.

 

3:1By night in my bedd, I sought him, whom my soule loueth: yee diligently sought I him, but I founde him not.
3:2I wil get vp (thought I) and go aboute the cite: vpon the market and in all ye stretes will I seke him whom my soule loueth, but whan I sought him, I founde him not.
3:3The watchmen that go aboute ye cite, founde me. Sawe ye not him, whom my soule loueth?
3:4So whan I was a litle past them, I foude him whom my soule loueth. I haue gotten holde vpon him, and wyl not let him go, vntill I brynge him into my mothers house, and in to hir chambre that bare me.
3:5I charge you (o ye doughters of Ierusale) by the Roes and hyndes of the felde, that ye wake not vp my loue ner touch her, till she be content herself.
3:6Who is this, that commeth out of ye wyldernesse like pilers of smoke, as it were a smell of Myrre, frankencense and all maner spyces of the Apotecary?
3:7Beholde, aboute Salomos bedsteade there stonde LX. valeauut men of the mightie in Israel.
3:8They holde swerdes euery one, & are experte in warre. Euery man hath his swerde vpo his thee, because of feare in the night.
3:9Kynge Salomon hath made himself a bedsteade of the wodd of Libanus,
3:10the pilers are of syluer, the coueringe of golde, ye seate of purple, ye grounde pleasauntly paued for the doughters of Ierusalem.
3:11Go forth (o ye doughters of Sion) and beholde kynge Salomon in the crowne, wherwith his mother crowned him in the daye of his mariage, and in the daye of the gladnesse of his hert.

 


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