3 The Church deſireth to reſt vnder the ſhadowe of Chriſt. 8 She heareth his voyce. 14 She is compared to the dooue, 15 And the enemies to the foxes.
2.Like a lilie among the thornes, ſo is my loue among the daughters.
5.Stay me with flagons, and comfort me with apples: for I am ſicke of loue.
6.His left hand is vnder min: head, & his right hand doeth imbrace me.
10.My welbeloued ſpake & ſaid vnto me, Ariſe, my loue, my faire one, & come thy way.
12.The flowers appeare in ye earth: the time of the ſinging of birdes is come, & the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.
13.The figtre hathe broght forthe her yong figges: & the vines with their ſmall grapes haue caſt a ſauour: ariſe my loue, my faire one, and come away.
16.My welbeloued is mine, and I am his: he fedeth among the lilies,