1 Chriſt calleth his Church to the participation of all his treaſures. 2 She heareth his Voyce. 6 She confeſſeth her nakednes. 10 She praiſeth Chriſt her houſband.
6.I opened to my welbeloued: but my welbeloued was gone, & paſt: mine heart was gone when he did ſpeake: I ſoght him, but I colde not finde him: I called him, but he anſwered me not.
10.My welbeloued is white and ruddy, the chiefeſt of ten thouſand.
12.His eyes are like dooues vpõ the riuers of waters, which are waſht with milke, & remaine by the ful veſſels.
13.His chekes are as a bed of ſpices, and as ſwete flowres, & his lippes like lilies dropping downe pure myrrhe.
15.His leggs are as pillers of marble, ſet vpon ſockets of fine golde: his countenance as Lebanón, excellent as the cedres.
16.His mouth is as ſwete things, and he is wholy delectable: this is my welbeloued, & this is my louer, ô daughters of Ieruſalém.