Song of Songs 7
A further description of the Church's graces.
Song of Songs 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. Song of Songs 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. Song of Songs 7:3 Thy two breasts [are] like two yong Roes that are twinnes. Song of Songs 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. Song of Songs 7:5 Thine head vpon thee [is] like Carmel, and the haire of thine head like purple, the king is held in the galleries. Song of Songs 7:6 How faire, and how pleasant art thou, O Loue, for delights! Song of Songs 7:7 This thy stature is like to a palme tree, and thy breasts to clusters [of grapes]. Song of Songs 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. Song of Songs 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.
The Church professeth her faith and desire.
Song of Songs 7:10 I [am] my beloueds, and his desire [is] towards me. Song of Songs 7:11 Come, my beloued, let vs goe forth into the field: let vs lodge in the villages. Song of Songs 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. Song of Songs 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.