Song of Songs 1
The Church's love unto Christ.
Song of Songs 1:1 The Ballet of Ballettes of Solomon, called in Latin, Canticum Canticorum. [Song of Solomon] Song of Songs 1:2 O that he would kisse me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy loue is more pleasaunt then wine, Song of Songs 1:3 and that because of the good and pleasaunt sauour of thy most precious baulmes. Thy name is a sweet smelling oyntment when it is shed foorth, therfore do the maydens loue thee. Song of Songs 1:4 Drawe thou me [vnto thee] we wyll runne after thee. The kyng hath brought me into his priuie chaumbers: We wylbe glad and reioyce in thee, we thinke more of thy loue then of wine: they that be righteous loue thee.
She confesseth her deformity,
Song of Songs 1:5 I am blacke (O ye daughters of Hierusalem) but yet fayre and well fauoured, like as the tentes of the Cedarenes, and as the hanginges of Solomon. Song of Songs 1:6 Marueyle not at me that I am so blacke, for why? the sunne hath shined vpon me: my mothers chyldren haue euyll wyll at me, they made me the keper of the vineyardes, but mine owne vineyarde haue I not kept.
and prayeth to be directed to his flock.
Song of Songs 1:7 Tell me O thou whom my soule loueth, where thou feedest the sheepe, where thou makest them rest at the noone day: for why shall I be like hym that goeth wrong about the flockes of thy companions?
Christ directeth her to the shepherd's tents:
Song of Songs 1:8 If thou knowe not thy selfe (O thou fayrest among women) then go thy way foorth after the footesteppes of the sheepe, and feede thy goates besyde the shepheardes tentes.
and shewing his love to her,
Song of Songs 1:9 Unto the hoast of Pharaos charets haue I compared thee, O my loue. Song of Songs 1:10 Thy cheekes and thy necke is beautifull as the turtles, and hanged with spanges and goodly iewels,
giveth her gracious promises.
Song of Songs 1:11 a neckband of golde wyll we make thee, with siluer buttons.
The Church and Christ congratulate one another.
Song of Songs 1:12 When the king sitteth at the table, he shall smell my Nardus: Song of Songs 1:13 a bundell of myrre is my loue vnto me, he wyll lye betwixt my brestes: Song of Songs 1:14 a cluster of Camphire in the vineyardes of Engaddi is my loue vnto me. Song of Songs 1:15 Oh howe fayre art thou my loue, Oh howe fayre art thou? thou hast doues eyes. Song of Songs 1:16 O howe fayre art thou my beloued, howe well fauoured art thou? Our bed is dect with flowres, Song of Songs 1:17 the seelinges of our house are of Cedar tree, and our crosse ioyntes of Cipresse.