Psalms 45:8
Thou hast loued rightuousnesse, & hated iniquite: wherfore God (which is thy God) hath anoynted the with the oyle of gladnes aboue thy felowes.
Thou hast loued rightuousnesse, & hated iniquite: wherfore God (which is thy God) hath anoynted the with the oyle of gladnes aboue thy felowes.
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9All thy garmentes are like myrre, Aloes & Cassia, when thou comest out of thine yuerie palaces in thy beutifull glory.
7Thy seate (o God) endureth for euer: the cepter of thy kyngdome is a right cepter.
3& that because of the good and pleasaunt sauoure. Thy name is a swete smellynge oyntment, therfore do the maydens loue the:
4yee 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.
9There wil I tary for the (my loue) wt myne hoost & with my charettes, which shalbe no fewer then Pharaos.
10Then shal thy chekes & thy neck be made fayre, & hanged wt spages & goodly iewels:
11a neck bande of golde wil we make ye wt syluer bottons.
12When the kynge sytteth at the table, he shal smell my Nardus:
13for a bodell of Myrre (o my beloued) lyeth betwixte my brestes.
14A cluster of grapes of Cypers, or of the vynyardes of Engaddi, art thou vnto me, O my beloued.
13The frutes that sproute in the, are like a very paradyse of pogranates wt swete frutes:
14as Cypresse, Nardus, Saffron, Calmus, and all the trees of Libanus: Myrre, Aloes, and all the best spyces.
15Thou art a well of gardens, a well of lyuynge waters, which renne downe from Libanus.
16I haue deckte my bed with coueringes & clothes of Egipte.
17My bed haue I made to smell of Myrre, Aloes and Cynamom.
1My hert is dytinge of a good matter, I speake of that, which I haue made of the kynge:
2My tonge is ye penne of a ready wryter.
3Thou art the fayrest amonge the children of me, full of grace are thy lippes, therfore God blesseth the for euer.
11Herken (o doughter) considre, & enclyne thine eare: forget thine owne people, & thy fathers house.
12So shal the kynge haue pleasure in thy beutie, for he is thy LORDE, & thou shalt worshipe him.
13The doughters of Tyre shal be there with giftes, the riche amonge the people shal make their supplicacion before the.
14The kynges doughter is all glorious within, hir clothinge is of wrought golde.
15She shalbe brought vnto the kynge in rayment of nedle worke, and maydens after her: soch as be next her shalbe brought vnto the.
40Besyde 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:
41thou sattest vpo a goodly bed, & a table spred before the: whervpon thou hast set myne incense and myne oyle.
9Thou hast loued righteousnes, & hated iniquyte: wherfore God (which is thy God) hath anoynted the with the oyle of gladnesse aboue yi felowes.
18Thy garmentes of dyuerse colours hast thou taken, and deckte them therwith: myne oyle & incense hast thou set before them.
6Who is this, that commeth out of ye wyldernesse like pilers of smoke, as it were a smell of Myrre, frankencense and all maner spyces of the Apotecary?
12spages vpo thy foreheade, eare rynges vpon thyne eares, & set a beutifull crowne vpon thine heade.
13Thus 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:
14In 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.
2Like the dewe of Hermon, which fell vpon the hill of Sion.
13His chekes are like a garden bedd, where in the Apotecaryes plate all maner of swete thinges: His lippes droppe as the floures of the most pryncipall Myrre,
10O how fayre and louely are thy brestes, my sister, my spouse? Thy brestes are more pleasaunt then wyne, and the smell of thy oyntmentes passeth all spices.
11Thy lippes (o my spouse) droppe as the hony combe, yee mylck and hony is vnder thy tonge, and the smell of thy garmentes is like the smell of frankynsense.
8Let thy garmetes be all waye whyte, & let yi heade want no oyntmet.
5That heade that stondeth vpon the is like Carmel: The hayre of thy heade is like the kynges purple folden vp in plates.
6O how fayre and louely art thou (my derlynge) in pleasures?
9Thou wentest straight to kinges with oyle & dyuerse oyntmentes (that is) thou hast sent thy messaungers farre of, and yet art thou fallen in to the pyt therby.
1O 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:
11Go 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.
8oyle for the lampes, and spyces for the anoyntinge oyle and for swete incense.
6oyle for lampes, spyces for the anoyntynge oyle, and for swete incense.
6The multitude of Camels shal couer ye, the Dromedaries of Madia and Epha. All they of Saba shal come, bringinge golde & incense, & shewinge the prayse of the LORDE.
11Hear (O LORDE) and haue mercy vpon me: LORDE be thou my helper.
6O that I might go to the mountayne of Myrre, and to the hyll of frankynsense: till the daye breake, and till the shadowes be past awaye.
7Thou art all fayre (o my loue) & no spott is there in the.
10Then arme thy self with thine owne power, vp, decke the in thy ioly araye,
35and make incense therof (after the craft of the Apotecary) myngled together, that it maye be pure & holy.