1 The praiſes of the Church. 7 She is without blemiſh in his ſight. 9 The loue of Chriſt towardes her.
2.Thy tethe are like a flocke of shepe in good ordre, which go vp frõ ye waſhing: which euerie one bring out twinnes, and none is baren among them.
3.Thy lippes are like a threde of ſkarlet & thy talke is comelie: thy temples are within thy lockes as a piece of a pomegranate.
4.Thy necke is as the towre of Dauid buylt for defenſe: a thouſand ſhields hang therein, and all the targates of the ſtrong men.
6.Vntil the day breake, and the ſhadowes flee away, I wil go into the mountaine of myrrhe and to the mountaine of incenſe.
7.Thou art all faire, my loue, and there is no ſpot in thee.
10.My ſiſter, my ſpouſe, how faire is thy loue? how muche better is thy loue then wine? & the fauour of thine ointmẽts thẽ all ſpices?
12.My ſiſter my ſpouſe is as a garden incloſed, as a ſpring ſhut vp, and a fountaine ſealed vp.
13.Thy plantes are as an orcharde of pomegranates with ſwete frutes, as camphire, ſpikenarde,
14.Euen ſpikenarde, and ſafran, calamus, & ſynamom with all the trees of incenſe, myrrhe and aloes, with all the chief ſpices.