CHAPTER IIII.
LOE, thou art faire, ô thou my dearest-Love, [unspec 1]
Loe thou art faire; thine eyes are as the dove,
Within thy locks: as flocke of goats thy haire;
That from the mount of Gilead doe appeare.
Thy teeth, are like a floke of sheepe that are [unspec 2]
Even shorne, which from the washing up doe fare:
Which equall twinnes doe bring-forth, every one,
And them among bereav'd-of-yong is none.
Thy lips, are like unto a scarlet lace; [unspec 3]
Also thy speech, it is with comely-grace:
The temples-of-thine-head, thy locks within
Like to a peece of a pomgranate beene.
Thy necke, is like unto the tourret-hye [unspec 4]
Of David, builded for an armory:
A thousand bucklers on it-hanged are;
All, shields of men that mighty-are-in-war.
Thy two brests, are like unto two fawnes yong, [unspec 5]
Twinns of the Roe: which lilies feed among.
Vntill day dawne, and shadowes doe flee hence; [unspec 6]
To mount of myrrh, and hill of frankincense
Get met will. My love, thou art all faire; [unspec 7] [unspec 8]
And blemish none in thee. With me repaire
From Lebanon, from Lebanon with me
My spouse: from top of mount-Amanah see,
From Shenir top, and Hermon; from the denns
Of Lions, from the Leopards mountaines.
My sister spouse, thou hast my heart away [unspec 9]
Even ravished: thou hast my heart (say)
Even ravished with one of those thine eyes,
With one chaine that about thy necke implies.
How faire, my sister spouse, are loves, of thine!
How are thy loves much better then is wine! [unspec 10]
And of thine ointments th'odorifcrous-smell,
(The odour of) all spices doth excell.
Thy lips ô spouse doe drop the honey-combe: [unspec 11]
Honey and milke, are underneath thy tongue,
And savour of the garments thee upon,
Is as the savour of (mount) Lebanon.
My sister spouse, a garden close-locked. [unspec 12]
A locked spring, a fountaine fast sealed.
Thy plants are of pomegranats an ortyard; [unspec 13]
With fruit of precious things: Cypres with Nard.
Nard, Saffran, Calamus, and Cinamon, [unspec 14]
Trees of Frankincense every-one:
Myrrh Aloes, with all spices that surmount.
O thou that art the gardens welling-fount, [unspec 15]
The well of waters that doe lively spring:
And that from Lebanon the streames-do-bring.
Stir-up thou North, & come thou South wind blow [unspec 16]
Vpon my garden that her spice may flow:
Into his garden my belov'd repaire,
And eate his fruit of things that precious are.