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 .v. Chapter.
A I Am come into my garden, O my sister,
my spouse: I haue gathered my
Myrre with my spyce. I haue eaten
hony with my hony c&obar;be, I haue dr&obar;ke my
wyne with my mylke. Eate, O ye fr&ebar;des,
dryncke and be mery, O ye beloued.
As I am aslepe, and my hert is waking
I heare voyce of my beloued, wh&ebar; he knocketh.
Open to me, O my sister, my loue,
my doue, my derlynge: for my heade is full
of dewe, ∧ the lockes of my hearre are full
of the nyght droppes. I haue put of my
cote, how c&abar; I do it on agayne? I haue washed
my fete, how shall I fyle th&ebar; agayne?
B My loue put in his hand at the hole, and
my herte was moued within me. I stode vp
to op&ebar; vnto my beloued, ∧ my h&abar;des dropped
with Myrre, ∧ the Myrre ranne downe
my fyngers vp&obar; þe; locke. I opened vnto
my beloued, but he was departed and gone
his waye. Now when he spake, my hert
was gone: I sought hym, but I coulde not
fynde hym: I cryed vp&obar; him, neuerthelesse,
he gaue me no answere. So þe; watchmen
þt; wente about the cytie, founde me, smote
me, ∧ wounded me: Yee, they þt; kepte þe; walles,
toke awaye my kercheafe fro me.
C I charge you therfore, O ye daughters
of Ierusalem, yf ye fynde my beloued, that
ye tell hym, how that I am syck for loue.
What maner of man is thy loue aboue
other louers? O þu; fayrest amonge wem&ebar;?
Or what can thy loue do, more then other
louers, that thou chargest vs so straytely?
As for my loue, he is white and redde coloured,
a goodlye pers&obar;ne am&obar;ge ten thousande:
his heade is as the most fyne golde,
the lockes of hys hearre are busshed, and
black as a crowe. His eyes are as þe; eyes
of doues by the water brokes, as though
they were wasshed with mylk, ∧ are sett lyke
perles in golde.
D Hys chekes are lyke a
gard&ebar; bedd, where in the Apotecaries pl&abar;te
all maner of swete thynges: Hys lyppes
are lyke roses that droppe swete smelling
Myrre. His handes are lyke gold rynges
hau&ibar;ge enclosed þe; precyous stone of Tharsis.
His body is as the pure yuery, decte
ouer with Saphires: His legges are as
the pylers of Marbell, set vpon sokettes
of golde. His face is as Libanus, and as þe;
bewty of the Cedre trees. The wordes of
his mouthe are swete, yee, he is altogether
louely. Soche one is my loue. O ye daughters
of Ierusalem, soch one is my loue.
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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