_ THE SONG OF SONGS. C H A P T E R I. r The Song of Songs, which ti Solo. mons. CHAPTER I. This may be fung as the 55 or 86 Pfalme. Et him kiffe mee, with the kiffes of his mouth, for thy loves are better than wine. 3 ,j°i:r For the favour of thy good ointments ; thy name, is an ointment powred-forth : therefore, the Virgins love thee. Draw me, we will run after thee: the King hath brought me into his chambers, we will be glad, and rejoyce in thee, we will remem- ber thy lows ,mere than wine; the upright, love thee. 5 I am black, and comely ; O ye daugh- ters of Jerufalem : as the tents of Ke- dar , as the curtaines of Solomon. 6 Looke not upon mee, becaufe I am blackiflt ; becaufe the Sunne hath look- I ed downe upon me: the tonnes of my mother have beene angry with mee; they made me the keeper of the Vine- yards, my Vineyard which is mine, I have not kept. 7 Tell me, o thou, whom my foule lo- veth, where thou feedeft, where thou makeft to tell at noose : for why fhould I be, as one that turneth-afide, unto the flocks of thy companions 8 If thou know not, o thou faireft a- ' mong women : goe thy way forth , by the tooth-cps of the flocke, and feed thy kids; bvfides thy fhepherds tents. I have Itb kies of his mouth, 2 let him kip me; Becaufe thy loves, than wine much- better be. For thy good Ointments odoriferous- 3 Thy name, it is a powred -forth ointment: (fent; Therefore ,the Virgins they have loved thee. Doe thou me draw, run after thee will we: 4 Into his chambers brought mehash the Icing; We will be gladin thee, and joyfull -ling : We will record thy loves, the wine above. They that are upright, doe thee dearly -love, s o daughters of Ierufalem, I am Blocke, but am pleapng- comely with the fame: Like to the tabernacles of Keehn., Like to the curtains Solomon which are. Locke not on me becaufe that I am brown ; Becaufe the Sun bath on me looked down: The children of my mother they have bcene Incenfed againjl me with angry - teen; To keepe the vineyards they did me afigne, I have not kept my Vineyard which is mine. o my foules love, tell mewhere thou fecdejf, Where thou -deft make (thy docke) at noose to reff. For why jhiould I be like to one that goes- fide, unto the flockes of thy fellowes? If thou thy felfe know not, O faire/l one ofwomanksnd, then forth get thou thee gone, By footflepa of the floeke, and thy yone.goats Feed thou , betides the f bepherds dwelling. cotes. (A2) Ihave i , AJIINIIfII//
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