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| 5:1 | 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. |
| 5:2 | 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. |
| 5:3 | I haue put of my cote, how can I do it on agayne? I haue washed my fete, how shall I fyle them agayne? |
| 5:4 | My loue put in his hand at the hole, and my herte was moued within me. |
| 5:5 | I stode vp to open vnto my beloued, & my handes dropped with Myrre, & the Myrre ranne downe my fyngers vpon the locke. |
| 5:6 | 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. |
| 5:7 | So the watchmen that wente about the cytie, founde me, smote me, & wounded me: Yee, they that kepte the walles, toke awaye my kercheafe fro me. |
| 5:8 | 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. |
| 5:9 | What maner of man is thy loue aboue other louers? O thou fayrest amonge wemen? Or what can thy loue do, more then other louers, that thou chargest vs so straytely? |
| 5:10 | As for my loue, he is white and redde coloured, a goodlye personne amonge ten thousande: |
| 5:11 | his heade is as the most fyne golde, the lockes of hys hearre are busshed, and black as a crowe. |
| 5:12 | His eyes are as the eyes of doues by the water brokes, as though they were wasshed with mylk, & are sett lyke perles in golde. |
| 5:13 | 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. |
| 5:14 | His handes are lyke gold rynges hauinge enclosed the precyous stone of Tharsis. His body is as the pure yuery, decte ouer with Saphires: |
| 5:15 | His legges are as the pylers of Marbell, set vpon sokettes of golde. His face is as Libanus, and as the bewty of the Cedre trees. |
| 5:16 | 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. |
| 5:1 | Mi derlyng, come in to his gardyn, to ete the fruyt of hise applis. Mi sister spousesse, come thou in to my gardyn. Y have rope my myrre, with my swete smellynge spices; Y haue ete an hony combe, with myn hony; Y haue drunke my wyn, with my mylk. Frendis, ete ye, and drynke; and derewortheste frendis, be ye fillid greetli. |
| 5:2 | Y slepe, and myn herte wakith. The vois of my derlyng knockynge; my sister, my frendesse, my culuer, my spousesse vnwemmed, opene thou to me; for myn heed is ful of dew, and myn heeris ben ful of dropis of niytis. |
| 5:3 | I have vnclothid me of my coote; hou schal Y be clothid ther ynne? I haue waische my feet; hou schal Y defoule tho? |
| 5:4 | Mi derlyng putte his hond bi an hoole; and my wombe tremblide at the touchyng therof. |
| 5:5 | Y roos, for to opene to my derlyng; myn hondis droppiden myrre, and my fyngris weren ful of myrre moost preued. |
| 5:6 | Y openede the wiket of my dore to my derlyng; and he hadde bowid awei, and hadde passid. My soule was meltid, as the derlyng spak; Y souyte, and Y foond not hym; Y clepide, and he answerde not to me. |
| 5:7 | Keperis that cumpassiden the citee founden me; thei smytiden me, and woundiden me; the keperis of wallis token awey my mentil. |
| 5:8 | Ye douytris of Jerusalem, Y biseche you bi an hooli thing, if ye han founde my derlyng, that ye telle to hym, that Y am sijk for loue. |
| 5:9 | A! thou faireste of wymmen, of what manner condicioun is thi derlyng `of the louede? of what manner condicioun is thi derling of a derling? for thou hast bisouyt vs bi an hooli thing. |
| 5:10 | My derling is whyt and rodi; chosun of thousyndis. |
| 5:11 | His heed is best gold; hise heeris ben as the bowis of palm trees, and ben blake as a crowe. |
| 5:12 | Hise iyen ben as culueris on the strondis of watris, that ben waischid in mylk, and sitten besidis fulleste ryueris. |
| 5:13 | Hise chekis ben as gardyns of swete smellynge spices, set of oynement makeris; hise lippis ben lilies, droppynge doun the best myrre. |
| 5:14 | Hise hondis ben able to turne aboute, goldun, and ful of iacynctis; his wombe is of yuer, ourned with safiris. |
| 5:15 | Hise lippis ben pilers of marble, that ben foundid on foundementis of gold; his schapplinesse is as of the Liban, he is chosun as cedris. |
| 5:16 | His throte is moost swete, and he is al desirable. Ye douytris of Jerusalem, siche is my derlyng, and this is my freend. |
| 5:1 | Come in to my garden o my sister, my spouse: I haue gathered my Myrre wt my spyce. I wil eate my hony and my hony cobe, I wil drynke my wyne & my mylk Eate o (ye frendes) drynke and be mery, o ye beloued. |
| 5:2 | As I was a slepe, & my hert wakynge, I herde the voyce of my beloued, wha he knocked. Open to me (sayde he) o my sister, my loue, my doue, my derlinge: for my heade is full of dew, and ye lockes of my hayre are full of the night droppes. |
| 5:3 | I haue put off my cote, how ca I do it on agayne? I haue washed my fete, how shal I fyle them agayne? |
| 5:4 | But whan my loue put in his hande at the hole, my hert was moued towarde him: |
| 5:5 | so that I stode vp to open vnto my beloued. My hades dropped wt Myrre, & the Myrre ranne downe my fyngers vpon ye lock. |
| 5:6 | Neuerthelesse wha I had opened vnto my beloued, he was departed, and gone his waye. Now like as afore tyme whan he spake, my hert coude no longer refrayne: Euen so now I sought hi, but I coude not fynde him: I cried vpon him, neuerthelesse he gaue me no answere. |
| 5:7 | So the watchmen that wente aboute the cite, foude me, smote me, and wounded me: Yee they that kepte the walles, toke awaye my garmet fro me. |
| 5:8 | I charge you therfore (o ye doughters of Ierusalem) yf ye fynde my beloued, that ye tell him, how that I am sick for loue. |
| 5:9 | Who is thy loue aboue other louers, O thou fayrest amonge wemen? Or, what can thy loue do, more then other louers, that thou chargest vs so straitly? |
| 5:10 | As for my loue, he is whyte and reade coloured, a synguler personne amonge many thousandes: |
| 5:11 | his heade is the most fyne golde, the lockes of his hayre are bu?shed, browne as the euenynge: |
| 5:12 | His eyes are as the eyes of doues by the water brokes, washen with mylck, and remaynynge in a plenteous place: |
| 5:13 | His chekes are like a garden bedd, where in the Apotecaryes plate all maner of swete thinges: His lippes droppe as the floures of the most pryncipall Myrre, |
| 5:14 | his hades are full of golde rynges and precious stones. His body is as the pure yuery, decte ouer with Saphyres: |
| 5:15 | His legges are as the pilers of Marbell, sett vpon sokettes of golde: His face is as Libanus, and as the bewty of the Cedre trees: |
| 5:16 | His throte is swete, yee he is alltogether louely. Soch one is my loue (o ye doughters of Ierusalem) soch one is my loue. |
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