O How faire art thou my loue! how faire art thou! [I can not choose but praise and commend all that is in thée, in whom I haue so great delight.] Thou hast dooues eies, [e∣uen a simple and sincere faith,] besides that which lieth hid within thy hearie locks [euen the fruits of a true faith] are like the wooll of a flocke of goates that be shorne vpon Mount Gilead, [so great respect haue I to the multitude of the faithfull ones, which are manie in number.]
Thy teeth, [or faith by the which all the faithfull are made the sonnes of God equallie] are like a flocke of sheepe in good Page 15 order of the same bignesse, which went vp from the washing place, where euerie one beareth two twins; and not one is vnfruitfull or barren among them.
Thy lips are like a rose coloured riband, thy words are louelie, and thy talke comlie: thy cheeks or temples are like a peece of a pomgranate within thy hearie locks.
Thy necke [or preachers] is like the tower of Dauid, builded with costlie stones lieng out on the sides for defence: a thousand shields hang therein: yea and all the weapons and targats of the giants or strong men [are fixed therein.]
Thy two breasts, [the old Testament and the new] wher∣in are knowledge and zeale, [two pretious iewels] are like two twins of yoong Roes, which feede among roses.
O that I might go to the mountaine of Mirrh, and to the hill of frankincense, till the daie breake, and till the shadowes be past awaie!
Thou art all faire, O my loue, and no spot [or blemish] is there in thee [in my sight.]
Come to mee from Lebanon, O my spouse: come to me from Lebanon. Looke from the top of Amanah, from the top of Shenir and Hermon: from the dens of the lions, and from the mountaines of the leopards [euen from all the corners of the world will I call thee, my Church and faithfull vnto me.]
O my sister, [for so I cal thée my Church, in respect that I haue taken the flesh of man vpon me.] O my spouse: thou hast wounded or bewitched my hart with loue. O my sister and spouse, thou hast wounded my hart with one of thy eies, and with a chaine of thy necke, [yea I loue my gifts in thée, whom I haue therewith made so beautifull and rich.]
O how faire are thy brests, my sister, my spouse, how faire is thy loue! Thy breasts or loue are much better and more pleasant [vnto me] than wine, and the sauour of thine ointments passeth all spices.
Page 16 Thy lips, O my spouse, [bicause of thy confession & thankes∣giuing, and through preaching of the Gospell,] drop as the ho∣nie combe, [and bring foorth much consolation and comfort:] yea milke and honie are vnder thy tongue, and the sweet smell or sauour of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
My sister, my spouse is as a garden well locked or inclosed: as a spring shut vp, and a fountaine sealed vp.
The fruits that are planted in thee are like a verie paradise or orchard of pomegranates: with sweete fruits, as Camphire, Nardus, or Spikenard, Saffron, Calamus, and Cinamon, with all sweet smelling trees of incense, Mirrh, Aloes, and all the best spices.