Song of Songs 6
The Church professeth her faith in Christ.
Song of Songs 6:1 Whither is thy loue gone the (o thou fayrest amonge weme) whither is thy loue departed, that we maye seke him with the? Song of Songs 6:2 My loue is gone downe in to his garden, vnto ye swete smellinge beddes, that he maye refresh himself in the garden, and gather floures. Song of Songs 6:3 My loue is myne, and I am his, which fedeth amonge the lilies.
Christ sheweth the graces of the Church,
Song of Songs 6:4 Thou art pleasaunt (o my loue) euen as louelynesse itself, thou art fayre as Ierusalem, glorious as an armye of men with their baners Song of Songs 6:5 (Turne awaye thine eyes fro me, for they make me to proude) Thy hayrie lockes are like a flocke of goates vpon ye mount of Galaad. Song of Songs 6:6 Thy teth are like a flock of shepe yt be clypped, which go out of the washinge place: where euery one beareth two twyns, & not one vnfrutefull amoge them. Song of Songs 6:7 Thy chekes are like a pece of a pomgranate, besydes yt which lyeth hid within. Song of Songs 6:8 There are thre score quenes, foure score concubynes, and yonge weme without nombre. Song of Songs 6:9 But one is my doue, my derlynge. She is the onely beloued of hir mother, & deare vnto her that bare her. Wha the daughters sawe her, they sayde she was blessed: Yee the quenes and concubines praysed her.
and his love towards her.
Song of Songs 6:10 What is she this, that pepeth out as the mornynge? fayre as the Moone, excellent as the Sonne, glorious as an armye of men with their banners? Song of Songs 6:11 I wente downe in to the nutt garden, to se what grew by the brokes, to loke yf the vynyarde florished, and yf the pomgranates were shot forth. Song of Songs 6:12 Then the charettes of the prynce of my people made me sodenly afrayed. Song of Songs 6:13 Turne againe, turne againe (O thou Sulamite) turne agayne, turne agayne, that we maye loke vpon the. What pleasure haue ye more in ye Sulamite, than when she daunseth amonge the men of warre?