A   My loue is gone doune into hys gard&ebar;, vnto the swete smelling beddes, that he maye refreshe him self in the garden, and gather floures. My loue is myne and I am hys, which fedeth among the Lylyes. ¶ Christ to the Churche.

Thou art pleasaunt (O my loue) euen as louelynesse it self, thou art fayre as Ierusalem, glorious as an army of men, with their banners. B   (Turne awaye thyne eyes fro me, for thei make me to proude.) Thy heery lockes are lyke a flocke of goates vpon þe; mo&ubar;t of Galaad. Thy teth are like a flocke of shepe that be clypped, which go out of the wasshyng place: where euery one beareth twoo twynes, and not one vnfruteful among th&ebar;. Thy chekes are lyke a pece of pomegranate besydes that which lyeth hyd within. There are thre score Quenes, foure score concubines, ∧ yong women without numbre. But one is my doue, my derling. She is the onely beloued of her mother, C   and deare vnto her þt; bare her. Wh&ebar; the daughters sawe her, they sayde, she was blessed: Yea the Quenes and concubynes praysed her. ¶ The voyce of the Synagoge.

What is she this, that pepeth out as the mornynge? fayre as the moone, excellent as the sunne, glorious as an army of men with their baners. ¶ Christ to the Synagoge.

I went doune into the nutte garden, to se what grew by þe; brokes, to loke if þe; vineyarde florished, D   ∧ if þe; pomegranates were shot forth. ¶ The voice of the Synagoge.

Then the charettes of the prynce of my people made me sodenly afrayde. ¶ The voyce of the Churche calling agayn the Synagoge.

Turne agayn, turne agayn, O thou Sulamite, turne agayne, turne agayne, that we may loke vpon the.

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