The Newe Testament dylygently corrected and compared with the Greke by Willyam Tindale, and fynesshed in the yere of our Lorde God A.M.D. & xxxiiij. in the moneth of Nouember.

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The Newe Testament dylygently corrected and compared with the Greke by Willyam Tindale, and fynesshed in the yere of our Lorde God A.M.D. & xxxiiij. in the moneth of Nouember.
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Imprinted at Anwerp [sic] :: By Marten Emperowr,
M.D.xxxiiij [1534]
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¶ On the visitacion of oure layde the epistle.

I Am the floure of ye felde / & lylyes of the valeyes. As y lylye amōge the thornes* 1.1 so is my loue amonge ye daughters. As the appletre amonge the trees of y wood so is my beloued amonge the sonnes / in his sha∣dow was my desyet to syt / for his frute was swete to my mouth. He brought me into his wyne seller: and his behauer to mewarde was louely. Beholde my beloued sayde to me: vp & hast my loue / my doue / my bewtifull & co¦me / for now is wynter gone & rayne departed & past. The floures apere in oure contre & the tyme is come to cut y vynes. The voyce of ye turtle doue is harde in oure lande. The fygge tre hath brought forth hir fygges / & the vyne blossoms geue a sauoure. Vp hast my loue / my doue / in the holes of the rocke and secret pla∣ces of the walles. Shew me thy face and let me here thy voyce / for thy voyce is swete and thy fassyon bewtifull.

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