Song of Solomon · Chapter 6

[ edit] Þe vois of holi ſoules, of þe Chirche. Whider ȝide awei þi lemman, O! þou moſt fair of wymmen? whider bowede doun þi leef? and wee ſhul ſechen hym wiþ þee. Þe vois of þe Chirche, of Criſt. My leef wente doun in to his gardeyn, to þe flor of ſwote ſpices, þat þere he be fed in þe gardynes, and lilies he gedere. I to my leef; and myn leef to me, þat is fed among lilies. Þe vois of Criſt to þe Chirche. Fair þou art, my leef, ſweete and fair as Jeruſalem, ferful as þe ſheltrun of tentes ordeyned. Turne awey þin eȝen fro me, for þei maden me to fleen awei; þin heres as þe flockis of ſhe got, þat aperede fro Galaad.

Þi teþ as a floc of ſhep, þat ſteȝeden vp fro þe waſſhing place; alle wiþ double frut of wombe, and barein þere is not in hem. As þe rinde of poungarnet, ſo þi chekes, wiþoute þin hid þingus. Sixty ben quenes, and eiȝeti ben ſecundarie wifes; and of ȝunge waxen wymmen þer is no noumbre. Oon is my culuer, my parfit, oon is to hir moder, choſen of hir þat gat hir; þer ſeeȝen hir þe doȝtris of Sion, and moſt blisful precheden; þe quenes, and þe ſecundarie wifes preyſeden hir. What is ſhe þis, þat goþ forþ as morutid riſing, fair as þe moone, choſen as þe ſunne, ferful as of tentes ſheltrun ordeyned? Þe vois of þe Chirche, of þe ſinagoge.

I wente doun in to my gardyn, þat I ſhulde ſeen þe appelis of aleies, and beholde, if þe vynes hadden floured, and þe poungarnetis hadden buriouned. I wiſte not; myn ſoule diſturbide me, for þe foure horſid cartis of Amynadab. Þe vois of þe Chirche, of þe feiþ of þe natiuite. Turne aȝeen, turne aȝeen, Sunamytis; turne aȝeen, turne aȝeen, þat wee byholde þee. Þe vois of Criſt to þe Chirche, of þe ſynagoge. What ſhalt þou ſeen in Sunamyte, but queres of tentes?