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| [1]My derlyng yede doun in to his orcherd, to the gardyn of swete smellynge spices, that he be fed there in orcherdis, and gadere lilyes. |
[1]My well-beloved is gone down into his garden to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies. |
| [2]Y to my derlyng; and my derlyng, that is fed among the lilies, be to me. |
[2]I am my well-beloved's, and my well-beloved is mine, who feedeth among the lilies. |
| [3]Mi frendesse, thou art fair, swete and schappli as Jerusalem, thou art ferdful as the scheltrun of oostis set in good ordre. |
[3]Thou art beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners. |
| [4]Turne awei thin iyen fro me, for tho maden me to fle awei; thin heeris ben as the flockis of geet, that apperiden fro Galaad. |
[4]Turn away thine eyes from me: for they overcome me: thine hair is like a flock of goats, which look down from Gilead. |
| [5]Thi teeth as a flok of scheep, that stieden fro waischyng; alle ben with double lambren, `ether twynnes, and no bareyn is among tho. As the rynde of a pumgranate, so ben thi chekis, without thi priuytees. |
[5]Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep, which go up from the washing, which every one bring out twins, and none is barren among them. |
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[6]Thy temples are within thy locks as a piece of a pomegranate. |
| [7]Sixti ben queenys, and eiyti ben secundarie wyues; and of yong damesels is noon noumbre. |
[7]There are threescore queens and fourscore concubines and of the damsels without number. |
| [8]Oon is my culuer, my perfit spousesse, oon is to hir modir, and is the chosun of hir modir; the douytris of Syon sien hir, and prechiden hir moost blessid; queenys, and secundarie wyues preisiden hir. |
[8]But my dove is alone, and my undefiled, she is the only daughter of her mother, and she is dear to her that bear her: the daughters have seen her and counted her blessed: even the queens and the concubines, and they have praised her. |
| [9]Who is this, that goith forth, as the moreutid risynge, fair as the moone, chosun as the sunne, ferdful as the scheltrun of oostis set in good ordre? |
[9]Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, pure as the sun, terrible as an army with banners! |
| [10]Y cam doun in to myn orcherd, to se the applis of grete valeis, and to biholde, if vyneris hadden flourid, and if pumgranate trees hadden buriowned. |
[10]I went down to the garden of nuts, to see the fruits of the valley, to see if the vine budded, and if the pomegranates flourished. |
| [11]Y knew not; my soule disturblide me, for the charis of Amynadab. |
[11]I knew nothing, my soul set me as the chariots of my noble people. |
| [12]Turne ayen, turne ayen, thou Sunamyte; turne ayen, turne ayen, that we biholde thee. What schalt thou se in the Sunamyte, no but cumpenyes of oostis? |
[12]Return, return, O Shulamite, return: return that we may behold thee. What shall you see in the Shulamite , but as the company of an army? |
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