Annotations upon the five bookes of Moses, the booke of the Psalmes, and the Song of Songs, or, Canticles VVherein the Hebrevv vvords and sentences, are compared with, and explained by the ancient Greeke and Chaldee versions, and other records and monuments of the Hebrewes: but chiefly by conference with the holy Scriptures, Moses his words, lawes and ordinances, the sacrifices, and other legall ceremonies heretofore commanded by God to the Church of Israel, are explained. With an advertisement touching some objections made against the sinceritie of the Hebrew text, and allegation of the Rabbines in these annotations. As also tables directing unto such principall things as are observed in the annotations upon each severall booke. By Henry Ainsworth.

CHAPTER V.

IAm come to my garden, my sister my spouse: I have gathered my [unspec 1] myrrh with my spice, I have eaten my honey-combe with my honey: I have drunke my wine, with my milke: eate O friends, drink, and drinke-abun∣dantly O beloved.

I sleepe, and my heart waketh: it is [unspec 2] the voice of my beloved that knocketh: Open to mee my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect-one: for my head is filled with dew; my locks with the drops of the night.

I have put-off my coat, how shall I [unspec 3] put it on? I have washed my feet, how shall I defile them?

My beloved put in his hand by the [unspec 4] hole (of the doore;) and my bowels made a troubled-noise for him. I rose-up, to open to my beloved: and my [unspec 5] hands dropped myrrh, and my fingers passing myrrh, upon the handles of the locke. I opened to my beloved, and my [unspec 6] beloved had withdrawne himselfe, was passed away; my soule went-for••h be∣cause of his speech, I sought him, and I found him not; I called him, and hee answered me not. The Watchmen that went about the citie found mee, they [unspec 7]

smote mee, they wounded mee: the watchmen of the walles tooke my veile from on me. I adjure you, O daughters of Ierusalem: if yee finde my beloved, [unspec 8] what shall ye tell him? that I am sicke of love.

What is thy beloved more then ano¦ther beloved, O thou fairest among wo∣men? [unspec 9] What is thy beloved more then another beloved, that thou dost so ad∣jure us?

My beloved is white and ruddie; ha∣ving-the-banner, [unspec 10] above ten-thousand. His head, the fine-gold, the solid-gold: his lockes curled, blacke as a Raven. [unspec 11] His eyes as doves, by the streames of [unspec 12] water: washing in milke, sitting in ful∣nesse. His cheekes, as a bed of spice, flowers of sweet-odours: his lippes [unspec 13] Lilies; dropping passing myrrh. His [unspec 14] hands rings of gold, filled with the Chrysolite; his bowels, bright yvorie, overlaid with Saphires. His legges pil∣lars [unspec 15] of marble, founded upon sockets of solid-gold: his countenance as Le∣banon, choice as the Cedars. His pa∣late, [unspec 16] sweetnesse; and hee is altogether desires: This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Ierusalem.

CHAPTER V.

My sister O my Spouse, I am entred [unspec 1] Into my garden: I have gathered My Myrrh together with my spices-sweet, My honey-combe did with my honey eat, I drunke my wine, with my milke: friends eate yee, Drinke, O beloved, and drinke-plenteously.

I am asleepe, and yet my heart waketh: [unspec 2] The voice of my Beloved that knocketh: Open thou unto me my sister deere, My love, my dove, my perfect-one sincere: For my head is with dew replenished, My locks, with drops that from the night proceed. I dofft my coat, how shall it on againe? [unspec 3] I washt my feete, how shall I them distaine?

Put in his hand by'th hole did my beloved: [unspec 4] And for him were my bowels troublous-moved. To open to my Loved, I rose-up: [unspec 5] And my hands myrrh, my fingers eke did drop Passing-sweet myrrh, the locke handles upon.

Open I did to my beloved-one, [unspec 6] And my beloved had himselfe drawn-backe, Was past: my soule went-forth for that he spake: I did him seeke, and yet I found him not, I called him, yet I no answere-got. The Watchmen that did goe the city round, [unspec 7]

Did finde me; they did smite me, did me wound: The keepers that upon the walles did watch, They from on me my veile away did catch. O ye the daughters of Ierusalem, I you adjuring charge if ye finde him [unspec 8] That my Beloved is, what shall yee say To him? that I for love languish away.

What is thy Lief more then another Lief, O thou that hast mong women beauty chiefe? [unspec 9] Thy Lief then other Liefs what is he more, That thou adjuring chargest us so sore? My welbeloved white and red appears; [unspec 10] Above ten-thousand he the banner bears. His head, is fine gold solid-gold-of-Fess: [unspec 11] His lockes are curl'd, blacke as a Raven is. His eyes, as doves, the streames of water by: [unspec 12] Washing in milke, sitting in plenity. His cheekes, as bed of spice flowers sweetly-smelling. [unspec 13] [unspec 14] His lips, like Lilies, passing myrrh distilling. His hands gold rings, fild with the Chrysolite: His bowels yv'rie bright with Saphirs dight. His legs like Marble pillars, that have hold, [unspec 15] Firmly on sockets of fine-solid gold, His sight as Lebanon, choise as Ceders. His palate, sweets; and he is all desires: [unspec 16]

This is my welbeloved and this same My friend, O daughters of Ierusalem.