O my Deare Vers 6 How faire how pleasant art thou for delight My Love I am unable to recite Vers 7 Thy stature's like the palm those breasts of thine Are like the clusters of the sweetest vine Vers 8 Up to the Palme tree I much speed will make And on the boughs thereof fast hold will take Like clusters of the Grape thy breasts shall be Smell of thy nose like apples unto mee Vers 9 The pallat of thy mouth like sweetest wine Prepar'd and fit for this belov'd of mine Such wine as forceth by pure influence Those fast asleep to shew their eloquence Vers 10 My well belov'd is mine mine wholly is I in like manner totally am his Vers 11 Into the fields belov'd let 's hast amain And in the villages let us remaine Vers 12 Let 's early rise and to the Vine-yards hie There to behold the Vines plosperity Whether the root its tender vine doth nourish Or Vines yeeld Grapes or if Pomegranat flourish And there even there thou shalt most certain prove That I will freely give to thee my love Vers 13 The Mandrakes O belov'd I send forth a smel Within our Gates are all things that excell All fruits both new and old and best approved I have layd up for thee my best beloved Argument Chap 8. The Church her love and fervent inflamation To Christ and of the Gentiles true vocation The Church here longs nor can she brook delayes She daily for Christs sacred coming prayes Vers 1 O would thou were like my native brother Who suckt the breasts of my most loving mother When I without should find thee would I meet thee And would most kindly with my kisses greet thee With kindest greeting that might be devised I would salute and yet not be despised Vers 2 Then would I bring forthwith would conduct thee Into my mothers house who would instruct mee Where thou shouldst drinke wine of such influence Of my pomegranats spiced Quintescence Vers 3 Under my head his left hand should he place And with his right should kindly mee embrace Vers 4 I charge you daughters of Jerusalem Even by the Roes the Hinds and all of them You do not stirre nor once my love dis-ease Nor yet presume t' awake him till he please Vers 5 Who is this now comes leaning pray confesse On her beloved from the wildernesse By mine endeavours I have raised thee From underneath the fruitfull apple tree There that deare mother that conceived thee Did bring thee forth a blessed progenie Vers 6 O thou my love see thou do not forget mee In heart on arme there like a signet set mee For love is strong as death and jealousie Is to the grave most like for cruelty Th' are coales of fire which issue from the same which do afford an hot and vehement flame Vers 7 Much water cannot quench lov 's inflamation Nor can floods drowne it with their inundation Though man would give his whole estate for love It would nought but contempt and hatred move Vers 8 We have a sister but those springs be dry Which fed yong babes still them when they cry What shall wee for our little sister do When for her shall be suit and seeking to Vers 9 If that she be a wall without defect On her a silver pallace wee 'l erect If that a doore she be we thus dispose her Only with boards of Cedar to inclose her Vers 10 I was a wall with breasts like towers bright Then was I one found favour in his sight Vers 11 At Baal-hamon was a vineyard large Which Solomon to keepers gave in charge Each did a thousand silver pieces bring For fruit thereof unto the royall King Vers 12 'T is neere at hand the vineyard which is mine O Solomon a thousand must be thine For such as keep the fruit we will prepare A portion fit two hundred for their share Vers 13 All the companions to thy voyce give eare O thou that in the gardens dost appeare And dwell O therefore let my soule rejoyce Cause mee likewise to heare that blessed voyce Vers 14 Make hast belov'd like some yong hart or Roe Which do upon the spiced mountaines goe The Song of MOSES Deut. 32. And they sung the Song of Moses and the Song of the Lamb. Revel 15. 3. Vers 1 GIve eare a while you heavens high To that I have in hand Thou earth below thy self apply My words to understand Vers 2 As bigger raine from clouds doth fall My speech powre out I will And as the drops of dew so small So shall my words distill Vers 3 As gentle raine that glads the flowers which plesant Garden yeelds And as the stronger streames of showers Which wash the Grass in Fields The matter which I shall record Is great Jehovah's name Give Glory therefore to the Lord By listning to the same Vers 4 The most strong God hath perfected His workes which shew his might And all his wayes are ordered By Judgment and by Right In word so faithfull him account As workes do shew him strong As he in Judgment doth surmount So far is he from wrong Vers 5 It s of themselves that they be bad Who spilt themselves with Sin A Bastard brood and Nation mad Not sonnes nor ought of kinn Vers 6 Is this the thanks O folk unwise You for your God prepar'd Ye foolish men is this your guise Your Lord thus to reward What is he not thy Father dear Who thee most dearly bought Who made thee of his mercy meer And faishion'd thee of nought Vers 7 The day 's forepast remember well Time 's gone to mind recall Ask Grand-syres old and they will tell And aged Fathers all Vers 8 The highest God when he of old Gave Nations each their share Alotting Adam's Sonnes to hold Their Portions as they are The Borders of the People he Appointed out to lie As numbred now the issues be Of Jacobs Progenie Vers 9 Jehovahs portion is his stock That chose he for his own His Lot is fell in Jacobs Flocks His Heritage alone Vers 10 In midst of wastfull Wilderness He there forlorn him found In place of dolefull barrenness A roaring fruitless ground He led him like a skilful guide And taught him carefully And from all perill did him hide As apple of his Eye Vers 12 As Eagle moves her birds to fly By fluttering ore her nest Shoots out her wing lifts up on high Her brood she bears to rest Vers 12 Even so the Lord and none beside Jehovah he alone Led him about and other guide Or God with him was none Vers 13 He bare him to the highest hills To eat the fruits in field And suck the hony which distills From stone and Oyle Rocks yeeld Vers 14 To feed on butter of the Kine And Milk of fruitfull Sheep Fat Lambs and Rams and Kids which clime on Bashan hill so steep The grains of purest Wheat for bread He him alow'd to have The Grape 's sweet
bloud and liquor red For drink to him he gave Vers 15 But he full fed began to kick With heel and spurn full hard So gross thou art and brawnd so thick And laded so with lard Eft soon therefore did he forsake The God which life him gave And of the Lord no count did make Who him from death did save Vers 16 They him provok'd to jelousie With gods of Nations strange And did through their idolatrie His love to hatred change Vers 17 They serv'd such gods they never knew Not gods but fiends they were A sort of start up gods and new Whom Fathers did not feare Vers 18 The mighty Lord thou hast forgot Who thee of love begate And thou thy god remembrest not Whose hand did thee create Vers 19 The Lord was angry for to see His children to offend Vers 20 From them my face I will said hee Turne back and see their end For sure a froward nation And overthwart they are A Faithlesse generation From truth removed far Vers 21 With that which is not God they mee Provoke to Jealousie Me to displease in love they be With every vanity To Jealousie I will them move By men not great nor gay I mean their patience for to prove By some as mad as they Vers 22 For fire is kindled in my fume Which burnes to hel's deep pit The earths increase for to consume And mountain roots with it Vers 23 My plagues on them I will bestow Mine arrows I will spend Vers 24 My wrath by hunger some shall know By heat shall others end A bitter plague appoint I shall With teeth of beast to teare The serpents which in dust do crawle For them their stings shall beare Vers 25 The sword without shall overtwrow In chambers fear shall slay Young men young maids babes him also Whose head for age is gray Vers 26 I said I sure would havock make And scatter them abroad So that their names should quite forsake The place of their aboad Vers 27 But that I fear their foes fell band Would boast and brag it out And say it was our mighty hand That brought this work about Vers 28 A nation sensless sure are they No whit for to amend Vers 29 For were they wise then would they weigh And marke their latter end Vers 30 How should one man a thousand chase And two ten thousand foyle Except their God drew back his Grace And sold them to the spoule Vers 31 For with our God their Gods no whit Are once to be compar'd No though our deadliest foes should sit The Judgment to award Vers 32 Their grapes are grapes of bitter gall Their 〈◊〉 cruell death Vers 33 Their wine they Dragons venome call And Aspes most deadly breath Vers 34 And is not this repos'd in store And treasur'd up with me Yea sealed sure with many more So sure as sure can be Vers 35 Revenge and recompence mine are Their foot in time shall slide Their day of ruine is not far Their Judgment stays no bide Vers 39 Yet God shall for his folk repent And Judg their cause alone When as their strength and power is spent And all their hope is gone Vers 37 When once he may begin to say Where now is all their boast Where are those Gods which were their stay On whom they trusted most Vers 38 Which ate their sacrificed fall And drank their offred wine Let them rise up and help for that They need no help of mine Vers 39 No God besides me can be found Behold I I am he I kill I save I heale I wound None none can hide from me Vers 40 Mine hand to Heaven up I stretch And swear I live for ay Vers 41 My glittering sword 〈…〉 And whet I home 〈…〉 If once on Judgment I 〈…〉 My wrath on foes shall 〈◊〉 Mine haters then shall understand I can regard them all Vers 42 My shafts I shall make drunk in blood My sword shall flesh devour On slain and spar'd when I think good My wrath on them to powre Vers 43 Ye Nations with his Church him praise For you it will be good For sure it is he will alwaies Avenge his servants blood His enemies shall feel his hand In vengeance more and more But for his people and his land He mercy hath in store FINIS 2 Chap. 7 ch 4. 2. 4. ch 5. 3. ch 5
The hope and her vocation doth appear Christs tender care of her and her profession The Church her hope and of her faiths Confession Vers 1 I am the Rose of Sharons fertile field The fairest Lillie that the vallies yeeld Vers 2 Even as the Lillie that with thornes doth grow Amongst the daughters so my Love ye know Vers 3 Amongst the Brambles as the Apple-Tree Amongst the sonnes so is my Dear to mee 'T was my delight and best my Joyes did fit When underneath his shaddow I did sit There to repose I made no little hast His fruit was sweet and pleasing to my tast Vers 4 He brought me to the wine and for mine honour Did over me display his loving Banner Vers 5 Stay me with flaggons apples comfort me For I am sick sick of loves maladie Vers 6 Under my head he doth his left hand place And with his right he kindly doth embrace Vers 7 I do adjure you of Jerusalem Even by the Roes and Hindes and all of them You do not stir nor once my love dis-ease Nor yet presume t' awake him till he please Vers 8 O leap for Joy and chearfully rejoyce For surely 't is my well-Beloved's voice Behold he comes leaping upon the mountaines Skipping the hills above the liquid fountaines Vers 9 If my Belov'd I can directly know He 's like the Hart or like the nimble Roe Behold behind our wall he takes his Station And through the window makes his Speculation O how these sacred Glympes my Soul do nourish When through the Lattess I behold him flourish Vers 10 My Dear-Beloved spake and thus did say Rise up my Love my Fair One come away Vers 11 For loe the thunder clapping stormes at last flowers Do cease the Raine is over Winter past Vers 12 The Earth's adorn'd with sweet and fragrant The Birds make Musick in their wooden Towers Rejoyce and sing your comfort 's now at hand The Turtles Voice is heard within our Land Vers 13 The Fig Tree shew's her fruit though it be green The Vines sweet smelling tender grapes are seen His joyfull sacred Voice brooks no delay Arise my love my faire one come away Vers 14 My Dove that art within the secret place Of Rocks and Staires let me behold thy face Thy sweet melodious voice O let me hear Voice sweet and count'nance comly both appear Vers 15 The great and little Foxes see you take For in our Vines and Grapes they havock make Vers 16 My well-Belov'd is mine mine wholly is I in like manner totally am his Vers 17 Amongst the fairest Lillies feedeth hee Till Sun dispell the Clouds till Shadows flee Return belov'd like some young Hart or Roe Which do upon the Mount of Bether go Argument Chap 3. The Church her fight and Conquest in temptation Her Glory and Triumphant Ostentation Vers 1 In bed I sought him by obscurest night Whom my Soul counts most precious in her sight No place so secret which I had forgot Wherein to seek him yet I found him not Vers 2 No Street nor place in Citty but I le prove And search and seek him whom my Soul doth love Vers 3 The Watch men which about the Citty went Even they had found me out incontinent To whom I said ô can you learn or prove Where I may find him whom my Soul doth love Vers 4 From whom when I had past a litle space I found my Soul 's sweet Love and only Grace Fast hold on him I took I long had sought him I left him not but to my mother brought him Nor yet content untill I did him see Within her Chamber that conceived me Vers 5 I do adjure you of Jerusalem Even by the Roes the Hindes and all of them You do not stir nor once my Love disease Nor yet presume t' awake him till he please Vers 6 Who is She now that comes I pray confess Like smoaking Pillars from the Wilderness Perfum'd with Odours Myrth and incense brave And with all Spices which the Merchants have Vers 7 Behold the Princely bed of Solomon A rich one sure for like it there is none Ther 's round about it if you view it well Sixtie brave valiant men of Israel Vers 8 They brandish all the Sword they fear no Skars Couragious all all expert in the warres All have their Swords upon their Thighs for fear Least any Danger should by Night appear Vers 9 A Pallace was there made by Solomon Of the strong stately Trees of Lebanon The Pillars Silver and the Pavement Gold The Covering Richest purple that is sold The midst thereof with love was pav'd for them I mean the Daughters of Jerusalem Vers 10 Goe forth ye Daughters of Mount Zion see The King now crown'd in Glorious Majesty O chiefest Joy ô sacred Consolation To hear of such a matchless Coronation Argument Chap. 4 The Graces of the Church he makes appear With that true Love which he to her doth bear She likewise prayes he would vouchafe her fit In his most Gratious presence for to sit Vers 1 Loe thou art fair yea fair thou art my Love Thine eyes are like th' eyes of the comely Dove Those comely haires which grow among thy locks In my esteem are like unto the Flocks Of Goats th' increase whereof makes th'owners glad Such as look down from great Mount Gilead Vers 2 Thy teeth like flocks of Sheep in order grow Which purely wash't do from the washing go Each one brings twins so fruitfull is the Stock There is not one prov's barren in the flock Vers 3 Thy Lipps like Scarlet are thy teeth to fence Thy talk 's most comely sweet thy conference And as a peece of a Pomegranat rare Within thy Locks even so thy Temples are Vers 4 Thy neck is strong 't is of great force power Made for Defence like David's only Tower A Thousand Shields do hang within the same And all the Targets of great men of fame Vers 5 Thy Breasts like two young Roes being twins appear Which do themselves among the Lillies chear Vers 6 Till the day break and shaddows pass away The Mount of Myrrh and Incense I 'le survey Vers 7 Thou art all fair my Love in thee 's no blot Nor is there blemish or deformed spot Vers 8 O come with me my Spouse come let 's be gon Make hast come quickly from Mount Lebanon From Amana see that thou cast thine eye From Shenir top and from Mount Hermon high From Dens of Lyons and the Mountains fell Where none but cruell spotted Leopards dwell Vers 9 My Spouse my Sister thou hast ravished Mine Heart and hast with Love me captive led Both with thine Eye and Chain my Love my Dear Which thou about thy comely neck dost wear Vers 10 How fair 's thy Love my Spouse Sister mine And how much better is thy Love then Wine And all thine Oyntments in their fragrant smell The richest Spices of the world excell Vers 11 Thy Lips like th'hony comb