Song of Songs 5:14
his hades are full of golde rynges and precious stones. His body is as the pure yuery, decte ouer with Saphyres:
his hades are full of golde rynges and precious stones. His body is as the pure yuery, decte ouer with Saphyres:
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15 His legges are as the pilers of Marbell, sett vpon sokettes of golde: His face is as Libanus, and as the bewty of the Cedre trees:
16 His throte is swete, yee he is alltogether louely. Soch one is my loue (o ye doughters of Ierusalem) soch one is my loue.
10 As for my loue, he is whyte and reade coloured, a synguler personne amonge many thousandes:
11 his heade is the most fyne golde, the lockes of his hayre are bu?shed, browne as the euenynge:
12 His eyes are as the eyes of doues by the water brokes, washen with mylck, and remaynynge in a plenteous place:
13 His 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,
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.
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:
2 Thy nauell is like a rounde goblett, which is neuer without drynke: Thy wombe is like an heape of wheate, sett aboute with lilies:
3 Thy two brestes are like two twyns of yonge roes:
4 Thy neck is as it were a tower of yuery: Thyne eyes are like ye water poles in Hesebon, besyde the porte of Bathrabbim: Thy nose is like the tower of Libanus, which loketh towarde Damascus:
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?
7 Thy stature is like a date tre, and thy brestes like the grapes. I sayde:
3 Thy lippes are like a rose coloured rybende, thy wordes are louely: thy chekes are like a pece of a pomgranate, besydes that which lyed hyd within.
4 Thy neck is like the tower of Dauid buylded with bulworkes, wher vpon there hage a thousande sheldes, yee all the weapes of the giautes.
5 Thy two brestes are like two twyns of yonge roes, which fede amoge the lilies.
10 the pilers are of syluer, the coueringe of golde, ye seate of purple, ye grounde pleasauntly paued for the doughters of Ierusalem.
7 Hir absteyners (or Nazarees) were whyter then ye snowe or mylke: their coloure was fresh read as the Corall, their beutie like the Saphyre.
6 There is founde a place, whose stones are clene Saphirs, and where ye clottes of the earth are golde.
5 I lift vp myne eyes, and loked: and beholde, a man clothed in lynnynge, whose loynes were gyrded vp with fyne golde of Araby:
6 his body was like the Chrisolite stone, his face (to loke vpon) was like lightenynge, his eyes as the flame of fyre, his armes and fete were like fayre glisteringe metall, but the voyce of his wordes was like ye voyce of a multitude.
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.
32 The ymage heade was of fyne golde, his brest and armes off syluer, his body ad loynes were off copper,
7 Thy chekes are like a pece of a pomgranate, besydes yt which lyeth hid within.
11 I decked the wt costly apparell, I put rynges vpon thy fyngers: a chayne aboute thy necke,
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:
24 euen when his bowels are at the fattest, and his bones full of mary.
9 namely, wod, syluer, which is brought out of Tharsis, and beate to plates: and golde from Ophir, a worke yt is made with the honde of the craftesman & the caster, clothed with yalow sylck and scarlet: euen so is the worke of their wyse men all together.
16 lo, how stronge he is in his loynes, and what power he hath in the nauell of his body.
17 He spredeth out his tale like a Cedre tre, all his vaynes are stiff.
18 His shynnes are like pipes off brasse, his rygge bones are like staues of yro
12 And there is founde golde, (& the golde of that countre is precious,) and there is founde Bedellion, and the precious stone Onix.
15 A mouth of vnderstodinge is more worth then golde, many precious stones, and costly Iewels.
6 and ouerlayed the house with precious stones to beutifye it. As for the golde, it was golde of Paruaim.
2 My tonge is ye penne of a ready wryter.
6 His left hade lyeth vnder my heade, & his right hande enbraceth me.
15 Wy?dome is more worth the precious stones, & all ye thinges yt thou canst desyre, are not to be compared vnto her.
16 No wedges of golde of Ophir, no precious Onix stones, no Saphirs maye be compared vnto her.
13 for a bodell of Myrre (o my beloued) lyeth betwixte my brestes.
21 rynges and garlades,
12 I feare him not, whether he threaten or speake fayre.
13 The doughters of Tyre shal be there with giftes, the riche amonge the people shal make their supplicacion before the.
13 and in the myddes of the candelstyckes, one like vnto the sonne of man clothed with a lynnin garmet downe to the ground, and gyrd aboute the brest with a golden gyrdle.
15 and his fete like vnto brasse, as though they bret in a fornace: and his voyce as the sounde of many waters.
18 And the kynge made a greate seate of Yuery, and ouerlayed it with ye most precious golde.