Song of Songs 7
A further description of the Church's graces.
Song of Songs 7:1 O how pleasaunt are thy treadinges with thy shues, thou prynces daughter? Thy thees are like a fayre iewell, which is wrought by a connynge workmaster: Song of Songs 7:2 Thy nauell is like a rounde goblett, which is neuer without drynke: Thy wombe is like an heape of wheate, sett aboute with lilies: Song of Songs 7:3 Thy two brestes are like two twyns of yonge roes: Song of Songs 7:4 Thy neck is as it were a tower of yuery: Thyne eyes are like ye water poles in Hesebon, besyde the porte of Bathrabbim: Thy nose is like the tower of Libanus, which loketh towarde Damascus: Song of Songs 7:5 That heade that stondeth vpon the is like Carmel: The hayre of thy heade is like the kynges purple folden vp in plates. Song of Songs 7:6 O how fayre and louely art thou (my derlynge) in pleasures? Song of Songs 7:7 Thy stature is like a date tre, and thy brestes like the grapes. I sayde: Song of Songs 7:8 I wil clymme vp into the date tre, and take holde of his braunches. Thy brestes also shalbe as the vyne grapes, the smell of thy nostrels like the smell of apples, Song of Songs 7:9 and thy throte like the best wyne. This shalbe pure & cleare for my loue, his lippes and teth shal haue their pleasure.
The Church professeth her faith and desire.
Song of Songs 7:10 There wil I turne me vnto my loue, and he shal turne him vnto me. Song of Songs 7:11 O come on my loue, let vs go forth in to the felde, and take oure lodginge in the vyllages. Song of Songs 7:12 In the mornynge wil we ryse by tymes, and go se the vynyarde: yf it be spronge forth, yf the grapes be growne, & yf the pomgranates be shott out. There wil I geue the my brestes: Song of Songs 7:13 There shal the Mandragoras geue their smell besyde oure dores: There (o my loue) haue I kepte vnto the all maner of frutes, both new and olde.