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[1]Whyther is thy loue gone then O thou fairest among women? whyther is thy loue departed, and we wyll seke hym with thee
[2]My loue is gone downe into his garden vnto the sweete smellyng beddes, that he may refreshe hym selfe in the garden, & gather lilies
[3]My loue is myne, and I am his, which feedeth among the lilies
[4]Thou are beautifull O my loue as is [the place] Thirza, thou art faire as Hierusalem, fearefull as an armie of men with their banners
[5]Turne away thine eyes from me, for they haue set me on fire: Thy heery lockes are lyke a flocke of goates shorne vpon the mount of Gilead
[6]Thy teeth are lyke a flocke of shorne sheepe which go out of the wasshyng place, where euery one beareth twinnes, and not one vnfruitfull among them
[7]Thy cheekes are like a peece of a pomegranate within thy lockes of heere
[8]There are threescore queenes, fourescore wiues, and damselles without number
[9]One is my doue, one is my dearlyng: She is the only beloued of her mother, and deare vnto her that bare her: When the daughters sawe her, they sayde she was blessed, yea the queenes & wiues praysed her
[10]What is she this that loketh foorth as the mornyng, faire as the moone, cleare as the sunne, and fearfull as an armie of men with their banners
[11]I went downe into the nut garden to see what grewe by the brookes, and to loke yf the vineyarde florished, or yf the pomegranates were not foorth
[12]I knewe not that my soule had made me the charyot of the people that be vnder tribute
[13]Turne agayne turne agayne O thou perfect one, turne agayne turne agayne and we wyll loke vpon thee: What will ye see in the Sulamite? She is lyke men of warre singing in a companie
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