The song of Solomon rendered into English verse, by R.S.

CHAP. VI.

Verse 1.

Where's thy beloved gone? O thou most fair Among all Women that the fairest are? O whither is He turnd aside? that we May go along and seek thy Love with thee.

2

My well beloved's to his Garden gon, To feed i'th' Gardens; and to rest upon The Beds of Spices; and to pluck the fair And pleasant Lilies that are growing there.

3

My wel beloved's mine, and I am his Among the Lilies fair he feeding is.

4

O thou my Love thou art exceeding fair; For beauty, I'le to Tirzah thee compare, Jorus'lem like, with comeliness array'd And terrible as Banners when display'd.

5

Thine Eyes from me O do thou tuan away, Me vanquished and overcome have they;

And as a Flock of Goats that doth appear ••rom the Mount Gilead; so doth thy Hair.

6

Thy Teeth are like unto a Flock of Sheep, Come up from washing in the waters deep, Each one where of bears twins; and there is none Among them barren; not so much as one.

7

Within thy Locks, thy Temples thy are set; Ev'n like unto a piece of Pomegranate.

8

There's threescore Queens, and Concubines four∣score, Of Virgins an innumerable Store.

9

My Dove, my Undefil'd's but one; her Mother, That brought her forth, besides her, had no other; The choice one too of her that did her bear; The Virgins saw her, and they blessed her, Yea and the Queens her maginfi'd and Prais'd The Concubines her Glory also rais'd.

10

Who's she that looketh forth like to the Morn, Fair as the Moon that doth the night adorne, Ev'n as the Sun when it is shining clear, And terrible as banners doth appear?

11

I went to the Nut Garden, there to view The fruits that in the pleasant valley grew; To see if that the Vine had flourished; Or Pomegranates their Buds abroad had shed.

12

Ere that I was aware, my Soul made me lnth' Chariots of Amminadib, to be,

13

Return, return, O Shulamite, come back, Returne, that we may notice of thee take. What is it in the Shulamite, Ye'll see? As 'twere, of Armies two, the Companie.