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Great [1540], ¶ The Byble in Englyshe, that is to saye the cont&ebar;t of al the holy scrypture both of þe; olde, and newe testam&ebar;t, with a prologe therinto, made by the reuerende father in God, Thomas archbysshop of Cantorbury, ¶ This is the Byble apoynted to the vse of the churches (Printed by Edward Whytchurche) [word count] [B06000].
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¶ The fyrst Chapter. ¶ A mysticall songe of the spirituall and godly loue, betwene Chryst the spouse, and the chyrche or congregacyon hys spousesse.

A   O that he wold kysse me with the kysses of his mouth: for thy loue is more pleasaunt then wyne, ∧ that, because of þe; good ∧ pleasa&ubar;t sauoure of thy most preciouse balmes. Thy name is note a swete smellynge oyntment when it is shed forthe, therfore do the mayd&ebar;s loue the: drawe thou me vnto þe;: we wyll runne after the. The kynge hath brought me into hys preuy chambres. We wyll be glad ∧ reioyce in the, we thynke more of thy loue then of wyne. They that be ryghteous loue þe;. B   I am black (O ye daughters of Ierusal&ebar;) lyke as note the t&ebar;tes of þe; Cedarenes, ∧ note as the hangynges of Salomon: but yet am I fayre ∧ well fauoured withall. Maruell not at me þt; I am so black: for why? the sunne hath shyned vp&obar; me. My mothers chyldren had euell wyll at me, they made me þe; keper of the vyneyeardes: but myne owne vyneyarde haue I not kept. Tell me of him wh&obar; my soule louethe where thou fedest the shepe, where thou makest th&ebar; rest at þe; noone daye: for why shall I belyke him, that goeth wronge aboute þe; flockes of thy c&obar;panyons? C   Yf thou knowe not thy selfe (O thou fayrest am&obar;ge wem&ebar;) then go thy waye forth after þe; fotesteppes of the shepe, and fede thy goates besyde the shepeherdes tentes. Unto note the hoost of Pharaos charettes haue I compared the, O my loue. Thy chekes and thy neck is beawtyfull as þe; turtyls, and hanged with spanges and goodly Iewels: a neck b&abar;de of golde wyll we make the with syluer butt&obar;s.

When the kynge sytteth at the table, he shall smell my Nardus: a bondell of Myrre is my loue vnto me: he wyll lye betwixte my breastes. D   A cluster of Camphore in the vyneardes of Engaddi is my loue vnto me. noteO howe fayre art thou (my loue) Oh howe fayre art thou? thou hast doues eyes. O how fayre art thou (my beloued) howe well fauored art þu;? Oure bed is decte with floures, the sylynges of oure house are of Cedre tree, and oure crosse ioyntes of Cypresse.

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Great [1540], ¶ The Byble in Englyshe, that is to saye the cont&ebar;t of al the holy scrypture both of þe; olde, and newe testam&ebar;t, with a prologe therinto, made by the reuerende father in God, Thomas archbysshop of Cantorbury, ¶ This is the Byble apoynted to the vse of the churches (Printed by Edward Whytchurche) [word count] [B06000].
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