CHAP. VII. |
Verse 1. HOw beautiful are thy feet with shooes? (O Princes Daughter) the joynts of thy thighs are like Jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning work∣man. |
Verse 1.
O Childe of God, for so thou art
that turn'st from unbeliefe and sin,
Thy desires and affections
faire are, as feet faire shooes within;
And thy conjunction in one
with Gentiles in the faith, truly
Is precious, as jewels be,
with skilfull hands wrought cunningly. |
2 Thy navel is like a round Goblet that wanteth no liquor, thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with Lillies. |
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Thy navel like a Goblet round,
with good liquor replenished,
Thy belly like an heap of wheat,
a Graine whereon the best doe feed,
Doe represent our women great
with Childe, and bringing forth yet more
Lilly-white children, which doe stand
about her table round, good store. |
3 Thy two breasts like two young Roes that are twins. |
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Thy breasts, that is, both Testaments,
from which thy Ministers doe fill
Themselves with milke, thy babes to feed,
like two young Roes, are ever still. |
4 Thy neck is like a tower of Jvory, thine eyes like the Fish-pooles in Heshbon, by the gate of Beth-rabbim, thy nose like the tower of Lebanon, that looketh towards Damascus. |
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Thy neck, the strength whereby thy head
and breasts together are joyned,
Is white, and strong, as a tower
of Ivory that's composed;
Thine eyes as Fish-pooles in Heshbon,
that is, the word-Preachers all,
Whereby as in a Looking-glasse
faults thou mayst see, both great and small:
And Looking-glasses of the Word,
even now in all mens houses are,
And so sagacious they are made,
as of vile sin to voyd the snare. |
5 Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, the haire of thine head like purple, the King is held in thy galleries. |
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Thy head wherein thou gloriest,
that's Christ, is as fruitful Carmel,
Thy haires, thy thoughts, upon his Bloud
ornaments are, as is purple;
The places where thy members meet
for Divine worship are to me
Most delightfull, and there I am
held as spectator, and will be. |
6 How faire and pleasant art thou (O Love) for de∣lights? |
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How faire art thou, my Love, and eke
by me how much delighted in? |
7 This thy stoture is like to a pleasant Palm-tree, thy breasts like clusters of grapes. |
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High like Palm-tree for heavenly minde,
thy fruits, sweet Grapes, soule free from sin; |
8 I said, I wil goe up to the Palm-tree, I will take hold of the boughes thereof, now also shal thy breasts be as clusters of the Vine, the smell of thy nose as the smell of apples. |
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And for to purchase, and to make
a Church so glorious to me;
I'le to the tree, the Crosse, ascend
Victor, holding branch of Palm-tree,
And now thy breasts, both Testaments,
like bunches of sweet Grapes shall be.
And eke thy breath, the which is drawne
by nose and mouth shall smell sweetly. |
9 The roofe of thy mouth like the best wine for my belo∣ved,
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