Song of Solomon · Chapter 7

[ edit] Þe vois of Criſt to þe Chirche. Hou faire ben þi goingus in ſhon, þou doȝter of þe prince; þe ioyntures of þin hipes as brooches, þat ben forgid wiþ þe hond of þe craftiſman. Þi nauele a turned cuppe, neuere nedende drinkes; þi wombe as an hep of whete, ſet about wiþ lilies. Þi two tetus as two range capretis, iemews of þe ſhe capret. Þi necke as an yuerene tour; þin eȝen as þe cyſternis in Eſebon, þat ben in þe ȝate of þe doȝter of þe multitude; þi noſe as þe tour of Liban, þat beholdiþ aȝen Damaſch. Þin hed as Carmel; þin heres of þin hed as þe purper of þe king, ioyned to water pipes. Hou fair þou art, and hou ſemeli, þou moſt derwrþe in delices.

Þi ſtature is licned to a palm, and þi tetes to cluſtris. Criſt of þe holi cros ſeiþ. I ſeide, I ſhal ſteȝen in to a palm tree, and I ſhal take þe frutis of it. Þe vois of Criſt to þe Chirche. And þi tetes ſhul ben as þe cluſtris of a vyne; and þe ſmel of þi mouþ as þe ſmel of appelis, and þi þrote as beſt wyn. Þe Chirche ſeiþ of Criſt. Wrþi to my leef to drinken, to þe lippes and to þe teþ of hym to chewen. I to my leef, and to me þe turnyng of hym. Þe vois of þe Chirche to Criſt. Cum, my leef, go wee out in to þe feeld; dwelle wee togidere in tounes.

Erli riſe wee to þe vyne; ſee wee, if þe vyne flourede, if þe floures frutes bringe forþ, if þe poumgarnetes floureden; þere I ſhal ȝiue to þee my tetes. Þe mandrages ȝeuen þer ſmel in oure ȝates; alle appelis, newe and olde, my leef, I kepte to þee.