Psalms 45:11
Herken (o doughter) considre, & enclyne thine eare: forget thine owne people, & thy fathers house.
Herken (o doughter) considre, & enclyne thine eare: forget thine owne people, & thy fathers house.
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8 Thou hast loued rightuousnesse, & hated iniquite: wherfore God (which is thy God) hath anoynted the with the oyle of gladnes aboue thy felowes.
9 All thy garmentes are like myrre, Aloes & Cassia, when thou comest out of thine yuerie palaces in thy beutifull glory.
10 Kynges doughters go in thy goodly araye, & vpon thy right honde stondeth the quene in a vesture of the most fyne golde.
12 So shal the kynge haue pleasure in thy beutie, for he is thy LORDE, & thou shalt worshipe him.
13 The doughters of Tyre shal be there with giftes, the riche amonge the people shal make their supplicacion before the.
14 The kynges doughter is all glorious within, hir clothinge is of wrought golde.
2 My tonge is ye penne of a ready wryter.
3 Thou art the fayrest amonge the children of me, full of grace are thy lippes, therfore God blesseth the for euer.
11 and seist amoge the captyues a bewtyfull woman, & hast a desyre vnto her to take her to thy wife,
12 spages vpo thy foreheade, eare rynges vpon thyne eares, & set a beutifull crowne vpon thine heade.
13 Thus wast thou deckte with syluer & golde, & thy rayment was of fyne white sylke, of nedle worke & of dyuerse colours. Thou didest eate nothinge but symnels, honny & oyle: maruelous goodly wast thou & beutifull, yee euen a very Quene wast thou:
14 In so moch, that thy beuty was spoken of amonge the Heithen, for thou wast excellet in my beuty, which I put vpo the, saieth the LORDE God.
15 But thou hast put confidece in thine owne beuty, & played the harlot, when thou haddest gotten the a name. Thou hast committed whordome, with all that wente by the, & hast fulfilled their desyres:
5 That heade that stondeth vpon the is like Carmel: The hayre of thy heade is like the kynges purple folden vp in plates.
6 O how fayre and louely art thou (my derlynge) in pleasures?
25 yt thou lust not after her beuty in thine herte, & lest thou be take wt hir fayre lokes.
10 Then arme thy self with thine owne power, vp, decke the in thy ioly araye,
1 O how pleasaunt are thy treadinges with thy shues, thou prynces daughter? Thy thees are like a fayre iewell, which is wrought by a connynge workmaster:
8 Make moch of her, and she shal promote the: Yee yf thou embracest her, she shal brynge the vnto honoure.
9 She shal make the a gracious heade, and garnish the with ye crowne of glory.
2 O that thy mouth wolde geue me a kysse, for yi brestes are more pleasaunt then wyne,
3 & that because of the good and pleasaunt sauoure. Thy name is a swete smellynge oyntment, therfore do the maydens loue the:
4 yee that same moueth me also to renne after the. The kynge hath brought me into his preuy chambre. We wil be glad & reioyce in the, we thynke more of thy brestes then of wyne: well is them that loue the.
9 There wil I tary for the (my loue) wt myne hoost & with my charettes, which shalbe no fewer then Pharaos.
10 Then shal thy chekes & thy neck be made fayre, & hanged wt spages & goodly iewels:
11 a neck bande of golde wil we make ye wt syluer bottons.
11 Go forth (o ye doughters of Sion) and beholde kynge Salomon in the crowne, wherwith his mother crowned him in the daye of his mariage, and in the daye of the gladnesse of his hert.
17 His eyes shal se the kynge in his glory: & in the wyde worlde,
11 to fetch the quene Vasthi with the crowne regall, that he might shewe ye people and prynces hir fairnesse: for she was bewtifull.
2 Geue the LORDE the honoure of his name, bowe youre selues to the holy magesty of the LORDE
40 Besyde all this, thou hast sent yi messaungers for men out of farre coutrees: and whe they came, thou hast bathed, trymmed and set forth thy selff off the best fashion:
41 thou sattest vpo a goodly bed, & a table spred before the: whervpon thou hast set myne incense and myne oyle.
1 Lorde, how ioyfull is the kynge in yi strength? O how exceadinge glad is he of thy sauynge health?
3 Thou shalt be a crowne in the honde of the LORDE, and a glorious garlade in the hode of thy God.
30 As for fauor, it is disceatfull, and beutie is a vayne thinge: but a woman that feareth the LORDE, she is worthy to be praysed.
3 In the daye of thy power shal thy people offre the frewill offeringes with an holy worshipe, ye dewe of thy byrth is of the wobe of the mornynge.
9 O worshipe the LORDE in the beutye of holynesse, let the whole earth stonde in awe of him.
1 O how fayre art thou (my loue) how fayre art thou? thou hast doues eyes besyde that which lyeth hid within.
9 Thou hast wouded my hert (o my sister, my spouse) thou hast wounded my hert, with one of thine eyes, and with one cheyne of thy neck.
5 And like as yonge ma taketh a doughter to mariage, so shal God mary himself vnto yi sonnes. And as a brydegrome is glad of his bryde, so shal God reioyse ouer the.
15 O how fayre art thou (my loue) how fayre art thou? thou hast doues eyes.
11 All kynges shal worshipe him, & all Heithe shal do him seruyce.
4 Delyte thou in the LORDE, & he shal geue the thy hertes desyre.
7 Better it is yt it be sayde vnto ye: come vp hither, then thou to be set downe in ye presence of ye prynce, whom thou seyst with thine eyes.
6 Thankesgeuynge and worshipe are before him, power and honoure are in his Sanctuary.
9 Who is thy loue aboue other louers, O thou fayrest amonge wemen? Or, what can thy loue do, more then other louers, that thou chargest vs so straitly?
4 Thou art pleasaunt (o my loue) euen as louelynesse itself, thou art fayre as Ierusalem, glorious as an armye of men with their baners
30 What wilt thou now do, thou beinge destroyed? For though thou clothest thy self with scarlet, & deckest ye with gold: though thou payntest thy face wt colours, yet shalt thou trymme thy self in vayne. For those that hither to haue bene thy greate fauourers, shal abhorre the, and go aboute to slaye ye.
16 And Bethseba bowed hirselfe, and worshipped the kynge.The kynge sayde: What wilt thou?