Spiritual songs, or, Songs of praise to Almighty God upon several occasions Together with the Song of Songs which is Solomons: [F]irst turn'd, then par[ap]hrased in English verse. To which may be added, Penitential cries.

The VERSION. CHAP. VII.

Christ.

1.

O Daughters of a Prince how Fair Are both thy Shooes and Feet! Thy Joynts and Thighs like Jewels are, Wrought by an hand discreet.

2.

Thy Navel as a Cup compleat, With Liquor doth abound; Thy Belly's like an Heap of Wheat, Which Lillies do surround.

3.

Thy two Breasts are like two young Roes, Well Shap'd and well agreed,

Both which are Loving Twins, and those Among the Lillies Feed.

4.

Thy Neck, like I vory is most Fair, And like a Tower most straight; Thine Eyes like beshbon pools, which are Hard by Bath-Rabim Gate: Thy Nose is like to Lebanons Tower, The Tower which doth Command Damascus-Town, the Chiefest Flower Of all the Syrian Land.

5.

Thine Head on thee like Carmel is, Thine Hair, like Purple stain'd; The Galleries so take his Eyes, The King is there detain'd.

6.

How Fair art thou, how pleasant art, My Love, unto my sight! So sweetly Grac'd in every part; Thou art my whole delight.

7.

〈◊〉〈◊〉 Ʋnto a Palm-Tree I compare, Thy Stature straight and fine; Thy Breasts appear both full and fair Like Clusters of the Vine.

8.

〈◊〉〈◊〉 I said I will this Palm-Tree Climb, I'll search her Branches well; Thy Breasts shall now like Clusters shew, Thy Nose like Apples swell.

9.

〈◊〉〈◊〉 Thy Palate's like the choicest Wine, Which for my Friend I keep; Which sweetly Flows, and causeth those To Speak that are asleep.

The Church.

10.

I am my Well-beloved's own, And He is wholly mine; The Stream of his Affection Doth towards me incline.

11.

Come, my Beloved, let us go Into the Fields abroad; And in the Villages below Let's take up our Abode.

12.

Let's go up early in the Morn, And to the Vineyards go; To see what Fruits the Trees adorn, Whether the Vine doth grow: Whether the tender Grapes appear, And the Pomegranates thrive, (The Hopes of the Ensuing Year) There thee my Loves I'll give.

13.

The Mandrakes smell, and at our Door All pleasant Fruits there be, Both New and Old which are my Store, Laid up, my Love, for Thee.