Song of Songs 7
A further description of the Church's graces.
Song of Songs 7:1 Howe beautifull are thy goings with shooes, O princes daughter! the ioynts of thy thighs are like iewels: the worke of the hande of a cunning workeman. Song of Songs 7:2 Thy nauel is as a round cuppe that wanteth not licour: thy belly is as an heape of wheat compassed about with lilies. Song of Songs 7:3 Thy two breastes are as two young roes that are twinnes. Song of Songs 7:4 Thy necke is like a towre of yuorie: thine eyes are like the fishe pooles in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose is as the towre of Lebanon, that looketh toward Damascus. Song of Songs 7:5 Thine head vpon thee is as skarlet, and the bush of thine head like purple: the King is tyed in the rafters. Song of Songs 7:6 Howe faire art thou, and howe pleasant art thou, O my loue, in pleasures! Song of Songs 7:7 This thy stature is like a palme tree, and thy brestes like clusters. Song of Songs 7:8 I saide, I will goe vp into the palme tree, I will take holde of her boughes: thy breastes shall nowe be like the clusters of the vine: and the sauour of thy nose like apples, Song of Songs 7:9 And the roufe of thy mouth like good wine, which goeth straight to my welbeloued, and causeth the lippes of the ancient to speake.
The Church professeth her faith and desire.
Song of Songs 7:10 I am my welbeloueds, and his desire is toward mee. Song of Songs 7:11 Come, my welbeloued, let vs go foorth into the fielde: let vs remaine in the villages. Song of Songs 7:12 Let vs get vp early to the vines, let vs see if the vine florish, whether it hath budded the small grape, or whether the pomegranates florish: there will I giue thee my loue. Song of Songs 7:13 The mandrakes haue giuen a smell, and in our gates are all sweete things, new and olde: my welbeloued, I haue kept them for thee.