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Chapter 1
Song Geneva15 1:1  Let him kisse me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy loue is better then wine.
Song Geneva15 1:2  Because of the sauour of thy good ointments thy name is as an ointment powred out: therefore the virgins loue thee.
Song Geneva15 1:3  Drawe me: we will runne after thee: the King hath brought me into his chabers: we will reioyce and be glad in thee: we will remember thy loue more then wine: the righteous do loue thee.
Song Geneva15 1:4  I am blacke, O daughters of Ierusalem, but comely, as the tentes of Kedar, and as the curtaines of Salomon.
Song Geneva15 1:5  Regard ye me not because I am blacke: for the sunne hath looked vpon mee. The sonnes of my mother were angry against mee: they made me the keeper of ye vines: but I kept not mine owne vine.
Song Geneva15 1:6  Shewe me, O thou, whome my soule loueth, where thou feedest, where thou liest at noone: for why should I be as she that turneth aside to the flockes of thy companions?
Song Geneva15 1:7  If thou knowe not, O thou the fairest among women, get thee foorth by the steps of the flocke, and feede thy kiddes by the tents of the shepheards.
Song Geneva15 1:8  I haue compared thee, O my loue, to the troupe of horses in the charets of Pharaoh.
Song Geneva15 1:9  Thy cheekes are comely with rowes of stones, and thy necke with chaines.
Song Geneva15 1:10  We will make thee borders of golde with studdes of siluer.
Song Geneva15 1:11  Whiles the King was at his repast, my spikenard gaue the smelll thereof.
Song Geneva15 1:12  My welbeloued is as a bundle of myrrhe vnto me: he shall lie betweene my breasts.
Song Geneva15 1:13  My welbeloued is as a cluster of camphire vnto me in the vines of Engedi.
Song Geneva15 1:14  My loue, beholde, thou art faire: beholde, thou art faire: thine eyes are like the doues.
Song Geneva15 1:15  My welbeloued, beholde, thou art faire and pleasant: also our bed is greene:
Song Geneva15 1:16  The beames of our house are cedars, our rafters are of firre.
Chapter 2
Song Geneva15 2:1  I am the rose of the fielde, and the lilie of the valleys.
Song Geneva15 2:2  Like a lilie amog the thornes, so is my loue among the daughters.
Song Geneva15 2:3  Like the apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my welbeloued among the sonnes of men: vnder his shadow had I delite, and sate downe: and his fruite was sweete vnto my mouth.
Song Geneva15 2:4  Hee brought mee into the wine cellar, and loue was his banner ouer me.
Song Geneva15 2:5  Stay me with flagons, and comfort me with apples: for I am sicke of loue.
Song Geneva15 2:6  His left hande is vnder mine head, and his right hand doeth imbrace me.
Song Geneva15 2:7  I charge you, O daughters of Ierusalem, by the roes and by the hindes of the fielde, that ye stirre not vp, nor waken my loue, vntill she please.
Song Geneva15 2:8  It is the voyce of my welbeloued: beholde, hee commeth leaping by the mountaines, and skipping by the hilles.
Song Geneva15 2:9  My welbeloued is like a roe, or a yong hart: loe, he standeth behinde our wall, looking forth of the windowes, shewing him selfe through the grates.
Song Geneva15 2:10  My welbeloued spake and said vnto me, Arise, my loue, my faire one, and come thy way.
Song Geneva15 2:11  For beholde, winter is past: the raine is changed, and is gone away.
Song Geneva15 2:12  The flowers appeare in the earth: the time of the singing of birdes is come, and the voyce of the turtle is heard in our land.
Song Geneva15 2:13  The figtree hath brought foorth her yong figges: and the vines with their small grapes haue cast a sauour: arise my loue, my faire one, and come away.
Song Geneva15 2:14  My doue, that art in the holes of ye rocke, in the secret places of the staires, shewe mee thy sight, let mee heare thy voyce: for thy voyce is sweete, and thy sight comely.
Song Geneva15 2:15  Take vs the foxes, the little foxes, which destroy the vines: for our vines haue small grapes.
Song Geneva15 2:16  My welbeloued is mine, and I am his: hee feedeth among the lilies,
Song Geneva15 2:17  Vntil the day breake, and the shadowes flee away: returne, my welbeloued, and be like a roe, or a yong hart vpon the mountaines of Bether.
Chapter 3
Song Geneva15 3:1  In my bed by night I sought him that my soule loued: I sought him, but I found him not.
Song Geneva15 3:2  I will rise therefore nowe, and goe about in the citie, by the streetes and by the open places, and wil seeke him that my soule loueth: I sought him, but I found him not.
Song Geneva15 3:3  The watchmen that went about the citie, found mee: to whome I said, Haue you seene him, whome my soule loueth?
Song Geneva15 3:4  When I had past a litle from them, then I found him whom my soule loued: I tooke holde on him and left him not, till I had brought him vnto my mothers house into the chamber of her that conceiued me.
Song Geneva15 3:5  I charge you, O daughters of Ierusalem, by the roes and by the hindes of the fielde, that ye stirre not vp, nor waken my loue vntill she please.
Song Geneva15 3:6  Who is shee that commeth vp out of the wildernes like pillars of smoke perfumed with myrrhe and incense, and with all the spices of the marchant?
Song Geneva15 3:7  Beholde his bed, which is Salomons: threescore strong men are round about it, of the valiant men of Israel.
Song Geneva15 3:8  They all handle the sworde, and are expert in warre, euery one hath his sword vpon his thigh for the feare by night.
Song Geneva15 3:9  King Salomon made himselfe a palace of the trees of Lebanon.
Song Geneva15 3:10  Hee made the pillars thereof of siluer, and the pauement thereof of gold, the hangings thereof of purple, whose middes was paued with the loue of the daughters of Ierusalem.
Song Geneva15 3:11  Come forth, ye daughters of Zion, and behold the King Salomon with the crowne, wherewith his mother crowned him in ye day of his mariage, and in the day of the gladnes of his heart.
Chapter 4
Song Geneva15 4:1  Behold, thou art faire, my loue: behold, thou art faire: thine eyes are like the doues: among thy lockes thine heare is like the flocke of goates, which looke downe from the mountaine of Gilead.
Song Geneva15 4:2  Thy teeth are like a flocke of sheepe in good order, which go vp from the washing: which euery one bring out twinnes, and none is barren among them.
Song Geneva15 4:3  Thy lippes are like a threede of scarlet, and thy talke is comely: thy temples are within thy lockes as a piece of a pomegranate.
Song Geneva15 4:4  Thy necke is as the tower of Dauid builte for defence: a thousand shieldes hang therein, and all the targates of the strong men.
Song Geneva15 4:5  Thy two breastes are as two young roes that are twinnes, feeding among the lilies.
Song Geneva15 4:6  Vntill the day breake, and the shadowes flie away, I wil go into the mountaine of myrrhe and to the mountaine of incense.
Song Geneva15 4:7  Thou art all faire, my loue, and there is no spot in thee.
Song Geneva15 4:8  Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, euen with me from Lebanon, and looke from the toppe of Amanah, from the toppe of Shenir and Hermon, from the dennes of the lyons, and from the mountaines of the leopards.
Song Geneva15 4:9  My sister, my spouse, thou hast wounded mine heart: thou hast wounded mine heart with one of thine eyes, and with a chaine of thy necke.
Song Geneva15 4:10  My sister, my spouse, how faire is thy loue? howe much better is thy loue then wine? and the sauour of thine oyntments then all spices?
Song Geneva15 4:11  Thy lippes, my spouse, droppe as honie combes: honie and milke are vnder thy tongue, and the sauoure of thy garments is as the sauoure of Lebanon.
Song Geneva15 4:12  My sister my spouse is as a garden inclosed, as a spring shut vp, and a fountaine sealed vp.
Song Geneva15 4:13  Thy plantes are as an orchard of pomegranates with sweete fruites, as camphire, spikenarde,
Song Geneva15 4:14  Euen spikenarde, and saffran, calamus, and cynamon with all the trees of incense, myrrhe and aloes, with all the chiefe spices.
Song Geneva15 4:15  O fountaine of the gardens, O well of liuing waters, and the springs of Lebanon.
Song Geneva15 4:16  Arise, O North, and come O South, and blowe on my garden that the spices thereof may flow out: let my welbeloued come to his garden, and eate his pleasant fruite.
Chapter 5
Song Geneva15 5:1  I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I gathered my myrrhe with my spice: I ate mine hony combe with mine hony, I dranke my wine with my milke: eate, O friends, drinke, and make you merie, O welbeloued.
Song Geneva15 5:2  I sleepe, but mine heart waketh, it is the voyce of my welbeloued that knocketh, saying, Open vnto mee, my sister, my loue, my doue, my vndefiled: for mine head is full of dewe, and my lockes with the droppes of the night.
Song Geneva15 5:3  I haue put off my coate, howe shall I put it on? I haue washed my feete, howe shall I defile them?
Song Geneva15 5:4  My welbeloued put in his hand by the hole of the doore, and mine heart was affectioned toward him.
Song Geneva15 5:5  I rose vp to open to my welbeloued, and mine hands did drop downe myrrhe, and my fingers pure myrrhe vpon the handels of the barre.
Song Geneva15 5:6  I opened to my welbeloued: but my welbeloued was gone, and past: mine heart was gone when hee did speake: I sought him, but I coulde not finde him: I called him, but hee answered mee not.
Song Geneva15 5:7  The watchmen that went about the citie, founde me: they smote me and wounded me: the watchmen of the walles tooke away my vaile from me.
Song Geneva15 5:8  I charge you, O daughters of Ierusalem, if you finde my welbeloued, that you tell him that I am sicke of loue.
Song Geneva15 5:9  O the fairest among women, what is thy welbeloued more then other welbeloued? what is thy welbeloued more then another louer, that thou doest so charge vs?
Song Geneva15 5:10  My welbeloued is white and ruddie, the chiefest of ten thousand.
Song Geneva15 5:11  His head is as fine golde, his lockes curled, and blacke as a rauen.
Song Geneva15 5:12  His eyes are like doues vpon the riuers of waters, which are washt with milke, and remaine by the full vessels.
Song Geneva15 5:13  His cheekes are as a bedde of spices, and as sweete flowres, and his lippes like lilies dropping downe pure myrrhe.
Song Geneva15 5:14  His hands as rings of gold set with the chrysolite, his belly like white yuorie couered with saphirs.
Song Geneva15 5:15  His legges are as pillars of marble, set vpon sockets of fine golde: his countenance as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
Song Geneva15 5:16  His mouth is as sweete thinges, and hee is wholy delectable: this is my welbeloued, and this is my louer, O daughters of Ierusalem. O the fairest among women, whither is thy welbeloued gone? whither is thy welbeloued turned aside, that we may seeke him with thee?
Chapter 6
Song Geneva15 6:1  My welbeloued is gone downe into his garden to the beds of spices, to feede in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
Song Geneva15 6:2  I am my welbeloueds, and my welbeloued is mine, who feedeth among the lilies.
Song Geneva15 6:3  Thou art beautifull, my loue, as Tirzah, comely as Ierusale, terrible as an army with baners.
Song Geneva15 6:4  Turne away thine eyes from me: for they ouercome mee: thine heare is like a flocke of goates, which looke downe from Gilead.
Song Geneva15 6:5  Thy teeth are like a flocke of sheepe, which goe vp from the washing, which euery one bring out twinnes, and none is barren among them.
Song Geneva15 6:6  Thy temples are within thy lockes as a piece of a pomegranate.
Song Geneva15 6:7  There are threescore Queenes and fourescore concubines and of the damsels without nober.
Song Geneva15 6:8  But my doue is alone, and my vndefiled, she is the onely daughter of her mother, and shee is deare to her that bare her: the daughters haue seene her and counted her blessed: euen the Queenes and the concubines, and they haue praised her.
Song Geneva15 6:9  Who is shee that looketh foorth as the morning, fayre as the moone, pure as the sunne, terrible as an armie with banners!
Song Geneva15 6:10  I went downe to the garden of nuttes, to see the fruites of the valley, to see if the vine budded, and if the pomegranates flourished.
Song Geneva15 6:11  I knewe nothing, my soule set me as the charets of my noble people.
Song Geneva15 6:12  Returne, returne, O Shulamite, returne: returne that we may behold thee. What shall you see in the Shulamite, but as the company of an armie?
Chapter 7
Song Geneva15 7:1  Howe beautifull are thy goings with shooes, O princes daughter! the ioynts of thy thighs are like iewels: the worke of the hande of a cunning workeman.
Song Geneva15 7:2  Thy nauel is as a round cuppe that wanteth not licour: thy belly is as an heape of wheat compassed about with lilies.
Song Geneva15 7:3  Thy two breastes are as two young roes that are twinnes.
Song Geneva15 7:4  Thy necke is like a towre of yuorie: thine eyes are like the fishe pooles in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose is as the towre of Lebanon, that looketh toward Damascus.
Song Geneva15 7:5  Thine head vpon thee is as skarlet, and the bush of thine head like purple: the King is tyed in the rafters.
Song Geneva15 7:6  Howe faire art thou, and howe pleasant art thou, O my loue, in pleasures!
Song Geneva15 7:7  This thy stature is like a palme tree, and thy brestes like clusters.
Song Geneva15 7:8  I saide, I will goe vp into the palme tree, I will take holde of her boughes: thy breastes shall nowe be like the clusters of the vine: and the sauour of thy nose like apples,
Song Geneva15 7:9  And the roufe of thy mouth like good wine, which goeth straight to my welbeloued, and causeth the lippes of the ancient to speake.
Song Geneva15 7:10  I am my welbeloueds, and his desire is toward mee.
Song Geneva15 7:11  Come, my welbeloued, let vs go foorth into the fielde: let vs remaine in the villages.
Song Geneva15 7:12  Let vs get vp early to the vines, let vs see if the vine florish, whether it hath budded the small grape, or whether the pomegranates florish: there will I giue thee my loue.
Song Geneva15 7:13  The mandrakes haue giuen a smelll, and in our gates are all sweete things, new and olde: my welbeloued, I haue kept them for thee.
Chapter 8
Song Geneva15 8:1  Oh that thou werest as my brother that sucked the brestes of my mother: I would finde thee without, I would kisse thee, then they should not despise thee.
Song Geneva15 8:2  I will leade thee and bring thee into my mothers house: there thou shalt teache me: and I will cause thee to drinke spiced wine, and newe wine of the pomegranate.
Song Geneva15 8:3  His left hand shalbe vnder mine head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
Song Geneva15 8:4  I charge you, O daughters of Ierusale, that you stir not vp, nor waken my loue, vntil she please.
Song Geneva15 8:5  (Who is this that commeth vp out of the wildernesse, leaning vpon her welbeloued?) I raysed thee vp vnder an apple tree: there thy mother conceiued thee: there she coceiued that bare thee.
Song Geneva15 8:6  Set mee as a seale on thine heart, and as a signet vpon thine arme: for loue is strong as death: ielousie is cruel as the graue: the coles thereof are fierie coles, and a vehement flame.
Song Geneva15 8:7  Much water can not quench loue, neither can the floods drowne it: If a man should giue all the substance of his house for loue, they would greatly contemne it.
Song Geneva15 8:8  Wee haue a litle sister, and she hath no breastes: what shall we do for our sister when she shalbe spoken for?
Song Geneva15 8:9  If shee be a wall, we will builde vpon her a siluer palace: and if she be a doore, we wil keepe her in with bordes of cedar.
Song Geneva15 8:10  I am a wall, and my breasts are as towres: then was I in his eyes as one that findeth peace.
Song Geneva15 8:11  Salomon had a vine in Baal-hamon: hee gaue the vineyarde vnto keepers: euery one bringeth for ye fruite thereof a thousand pieces of siluer.
Song Geneva15 8:12  But my vineyarde which is mine, is before me: to thee, O Salomon appertaineth a thousand pieces of siluer, and two hundreth to them that keepe the fruite thereof.
Song Geneva15 8:13  O thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken vnto thy voyce: cause me to heare it.
Song Geneva15 8:14  O my welbeloued, flee away, and be like vnto the roe, or to the yong harte vpon ye mountaines of spices.