Song of Songs 7
A further description of the Church's graces.
Song of Songs 7:1 O howe pleasaunt are thy treadynges with thy shoes, thou princes daughter? the ioyntes of thy thighes are like a faire iewell, which is wrought by a cunnyng workemaister. Song of Songs 7:2 Thy nauell is lyke a rounde goblet, which is neuer without drynke. Thy wombe is like a heape of wheate that is set about with lilies. Song of Songs 7:3 Thy two breastes are lyke two twinnes of young roes. Song of Songs 7:4 Thy necke is as it were a towre of iuorie: thine eyes also are lyke the water pooles that are in Hesebon, beside the port of Bathrabbim, thy nose is lyke the towre of Libanus, which loketh towarde Damascus. Song of Songs 7:5 That head that standeth vpon thee is lyke Carmel: and the heere of thy head is like purple, and like a kyng dwellyng among many water conduites. Song of Songs 7:6 O Howe faire and louely art thou my dearlyng in pleasures? Song of Songs 7:7 Thy stature is lyke a paulme tree, and thy breastes lyke the grapes. Song of Songs 7:8 I sayde, I wyll climbe vp into the paulme tree, and take holde of his hye braunches. Thy breastes also shalbe as the wine clusters, the smell of thy nosethrilles like as the smell of apples. Song of Songs 7:9 And thy rooffe of thy mouth lyke the best wine, which is meete for my best beloued, pleasaunt for his lippes, and for his teeth to chawe.
The Church professeth her faith and desire.
Song of Songs 7:10 I am my beloueds, and he shall turne hym vnto me. Song of Songs 7:11 O come on my loue, we wyll go foorth into the fielde, and take our lodgyng in the villages. Song of Songs 7:12 In the mornyng wyll we go see the vineyarde, we wyll see yf the vine be sprong foorth, yf the grapes be growen, and yf the pomegranates be shot out. There will I geue thee my brestes: Song of Songs 7:13 the Mandragoras geue their sweete smell, and besyde our doores are all maner of pleasaunt fruites both newe and olde, which I haue kept for thee O my beloued.