Song of Solomon 1 Bishops' Bible 1568

From Textus Receptus

Son 1:1 The Ballet of Ballettes of Solomon, called in Latin, Canticum Canticorum. [Song of Solomon] Son 1:2 O that he would kisse me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy loue is more pleasaunt then wine, Son 1:3 and that because of the good and pleasaunt sauour of thy most precious baulmes. Thy name is a sweet smelling oyntment when it is shed foorth, therfore do the maydens loue thee. Son 1:4 Drawe thou me [vnto thee] we wyll runne after thee. The kyng hath brought me into his priuie chaumbers: We wylbe glad and reioyce in thee, we thinke more of thy loue then of wine: they that be righteous loue thee. Son 1:5 I am blacke (O ye daughters of Hierusalem) but yet fayre and well fauoured, like as the tentes of the Cedarenes, and as the hanginges of Solomon. Son 1:6 Marueyle not at me that I am so blacke, for why? the sunne hath shined vpon me: my mothers chyldren haue euyll wyll at me, they made me the keper of the vineyardes, but mine owne vineyarde haue I not kept. Son 1:7 Tell me O thou whom my soule loueth, where thou feedest the sheepe, where thou makest them rest at the noone day: for why shall I be like hym that goeth wrong about the flockes of thy companions? Son 1:8 If thou knowe not thy selfe (O thou fayrest among women) then go thy way foorth after the footesteppes of the sheepe, and feede thy goates besyde the shepheardes tentes. Son 1:9 Unto the hoast of Pharaos charets haue I compared thee, O my loue. Son 1:10 Thy cheekes and thy necke is beautifull as the turtles, and hanged with spanges and goodly iewels, Son 1:11 a neckband of golde wyll we make thee, with siluer buttons. Son 1:12 When the king sitteth at the table, he shall smell my Nardus: Son 1:13 a bundell of myrre is my loue vnto me, he wyll lye betwixt my brestes: Son 1:14 a cluster of Camphire in the vineyardes of Engaddi is my loue vnto me. Son 1:15 Oh howe fayre art thou my loue, Oh howe fayre art thou? thou hast doues eyes. Son 1:16 O howe fayre art thou my beloued, howe well fauoured art thou? Our bed is dect with flowres, Son 1:17 the seelinges of our house are of Cedar tree, and our crosse ioyntes of Cipresse.