Song of Songs 7
A further description of the Church's graces.
Song of Songs 7:1 O how pleasaunt are thy treadynges with the shoes, thou princes daughter? Thy thighes are like a fayre iewell, which is wrought by a connyng worcke master. Song of Songs 7:2 Thy nauell is lyke a rounde goblet, which is neuer without drinke. Thy wombe is lyke a hepe of wheat that is sett aboute wt roses Song of Songs 7:3 Thy two brestes are lyke two twyns of yonge roes. Song of Songs 7:4 Thy neck is as it were a tower of yuery: thine eyes also are lyke the water poles þt are in Hesebon, besyde þe porte of Bathrabbim: thy nose is lyke the tower of Libanus, which loketh toward Damascus. Song of Songs 7:5 That head þt standeth vpon the, is lyke Carmel & the hearre of thy heade is lyke purple and lyke a kynge goynge forth wt his garde aboute hym. Song of Songs 7:6 O how fayre & louely art þu my dearlynge, in pleasures? Song of Songs 7:7 Thy stature is lyke a Palme tree & thy brestes lyke the grapes. Song of Songs 7:8 I sayde I will clyme vp into þe Palme tree, & take holde of his hye braunches. Thy brestes also shalbe as þe vyne clustres þe smell of thy nostrels lyke is the smell of apples, Song of Songs 7:9 and thy iawes lyke the beste wyne. Whiche goeth strayte vnto my beloued and brusteth forth by þe lyppes of the Auncyent eldres.
The Church professeth her faith and desire.
Song of Songs 7:10 There wyl I turne me vnto my loue & he shall turne hym vnto me. Song of Songs 7:11 O come on my loue, we will go forth into the felde, & take oure lodgynge in the villages. Song of Songs 7:12 In the mornynge wyll we go se þe vyneyarde: we will se yf the vyne be spronge forth, yf the grapes be growne, and yf the pomgranates be shot out. There will I geue þe my brestes: Song of Songs 7:13 þe Mandragoras geue theyr sweate smell: and besyde oure dores are all maner of pleasaunt frutes: both newe, & olde: whych I haue kepte for the, o my beloued.