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| 7:1 | Howe beautifull are thy feete with shooes, O princes daughter! the ioynts of thy thighs are like iewels, the worke of the hands of a cunning workman. |
| 7:2 | Thy nauell is like a round goblet, which wanteth not licour: thy belly is like an heape of wheate, set about with lillies. |
| 7:3 | Thy two breasts are like two yong Roes that are twinnes. |
| 7:4 | Thy necke is as a towre of yuory: thine eyes like the fish pooles in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose is as the towre of Lebanon, which looketh toward Damascus. |
| 7:5 | Thine head vpon thee is like Carmel, and the haire of thine head like purple, the king is held in the galleries. |
| 7:6 | How faire, and how pleasant art thou, O Loue, for delights! |
| 7:7 | This thy stature is like to a palme tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes. |
| 7:8 | I said, I will goe vp to the palme tree, I will take hold of the boughes thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose, like apples. |
| 7:9 | And the roofe of thy mouth like the best wine, for my beloued, that goeth downe sweetely, causing the lippes of those that are asleepe, to speake. |
| 7:10 | I am my beloueds, and his desire is towards me. |
| 7:11 | Come, my beloued, let vs goe forth into the field: let vs lodge in the villages. |
| 7:12 | Let vs get vp earely to the vineyards, let vs see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appeare, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I giue thee my loues. |
| 7:13 | The mandrakes giue a smell, and at our gates are all maner of pleasant fruits, new and olde, which I haue laid vp for thee, O my beloued. |
| 7:1 | Howe beautifull are thy goings with shooes, O princes daughter! the ioynts of thy thighs are like iewels: the worke of the hande of a cunning workeman. |
| 7:2 | Thy nauel is as a round cuppe that wanteth not licour: thy belly is as an heape of wheat compassed about with lilies. |
| 7:3 | Thy two breastes are as two young roes that are twinnes. |
| 7:4 | Thy necke is like a towre of yuorie: thine eyes are like the fishe pooles in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose is as the towre of Lebanon, that looketh toward Damascus. |
| 7:5 | Thine head vpon thee is as skarlet, and the bush of thine head like purple: the King is tyed in the rafters. |
| 7:6 | Howe faire art thou, and howe pleasant art thou, O my loue, in pleasures! |
| 7:7 | This thy stature is like a palme tree, and thy brestes like clusters. |
| 7:8 | I saide, I will goe vp into the palme tree, I will take holde of her boughes: thy breastes shall nowe be like the clusters of the vine: and the sauour of thy nose like apples, |
| 7:9 | And the roufe of thy mouth like good wine, which goeth straight to my welbeloued, and causeth the lippes of the ancient to speake. |
| 7:10 | I am my welbeloueds, and his desire is toward mee. |
| 7:11 | Come, my welbeloued, let vs go foorth into the fielde: let vs remaine in the villages. |
| 7:12 | Let vs get vp early to the vines, let vs see if the vine florish, whether it hath budded the small grape, or whether the pomegranates florish: there will I giue thee my loue. |
| 7:13 | The mandrakes haue giuen a smelll, and in our gates are all sweete things, new and olde: my welbeloued, I haue kept them for thee. |
| 7:1 | 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. |
| 7:2 | 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 |
| 7:3 | Thy two brestes are lyke two twyns of yonge roes. |
| 7:4 | Thy neck is as it were a tower of yuery: thine eyes also are lyke the water poles that are in Hesebon, besyde the porte of Bathrabbim: thy nose is lyke the tower of Libanus, which loketh toward Damascus. |
| 7:5 | That head that 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. |
| 7:6 | O how fayre & louely art thou my dearlynge, in pleasures? |
| 7:7 | Thy stature is lyke a Palme tree & thy brestes lyke the grapes. |
| 7:8 | I sayde I will clyme vp into the Palme tree, & take holde of his hye braunches. Thy brestes also shalbe as the vyne clustres the smell of thy nostrels lyke is the smell of apples, |
| 7:9 | and thy iawes lyke the beste wyne. Whiche goeth strayte vnto my beloued and brusteth forth by the lyppes of the Auncyent eldres. |
| 7:10 | There wyl I turne me vnto my loue & he shall turne hym vnto me. |
| 7:11 | O come on my loue, we will go forth into the felde, & take oure lodgynge in the villages. |
| 7:12 | In the mornynge wyll we go se the 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 the my brestes: |
| 7:13 | the 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. |
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