3 The Church desireth to rest Under the shadow of Christ. 8 She heareth his voyce. 14 She is compared to the dove. 15 And the enemies to the foxes.
1.I am the rose of the field, and the lily of the valleys.
4.He brought me into the wine cellar, and love was his banner over me.
5.Stay me with flagons, and comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.
6.His left hand is under mine head, and his right hand doeth embrace me.
10.My welbeloved spake and said unto me, Arise, my love, my fair one, and come thy way.
12.The flowers appear in the earth: the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.
13.The fig tree hath brought forth her young figs, and the vines with their small grapes have cast a savour: arise my love, my fair one, and come away.
16.My welbeloved is mine, & I am his: he fedeth among the lilies,