Annotations on the Pentateuch, Psalms, Song of Songs, Song · Version 1
CHAPTER I.
The Song of Songs, which is Solomons.
LEt him kisse me, with the kisses of his mouth, for thy loves are better, then wine. For the savour, of thy good ointments; thy name, is an ointment powred-forth: therefore, the Virgins love thee. Draw me, wee will runne after thee: the King hath brought me into his chambers; wee will be glad, and rejoyce in thee, wee will remember thy loves, more then wine; the upright, love thee.
I am blacke, and comely; ô ye daughters of Ierusalem: as the tents of Kedar, as the curtaines of Solomon. Looke not upon me, because I am blackish; because the Sunne hath looked downe upon me: the sonnes of my mother have beene angry with mee; they made me the keeper of the Vine-yards, my Vineyard which is mine, I have not kept.
Tell me, ô thou, whom my soule loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest to rest at noone: for why should I be, as one that turneth-aside, unto the flockes of thy companions.
If thou know not, ô thou fairest among women: goe thy way forth, by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kiddes, besides thy shepheards tents. I have compared thee, ô my love, to the company-of-horses in the charrets of Pharaoh. Thy cheekes are comely with rowes, thy necke with chaines. We will make for thee rowes of gold; with speckes of silver.
While the King sitteth at his roundtable, my spikenard, giveth forth the smell thereof. A bundle of myrrh, is my welbeloved unto me: he shall lyeall-night, betwixt my breasts. A cluster of Cypres is my wel-beloved unto me; in the Vineyards of Engedi.
Behold thou art faire, my love; behold thou art faire, thine eyes are as doves.
Behold thou art faire, my beloved, yea pleasant; also our bed is greene. The beames of our houses, are Cedars; our galleries, of Brutin-trees.
CHAPTER I.
This may be sung as the 55 or 86 Psalme.
WIth kisses of his mouth, let him kisse me;
Because thy loves, then wine much-better be.
For thy good ointments odoriferous-sent;
Thy name, it is a powred-forth ointment:
Therefore, the Virgins they have loved thee.
Doe thou me draw, run after thee will we:
Into his chambers brought me hath the King;
We will be glad in thee, and joyfull-sing:
We will record thy loves, the wine above.
They that are upright, doe thee dearly-love.
O daughters of Ierusalem, I am
Blacke, but am pleasing-comely with the same:
Like to the tabernacles of Kedar,
Like to the curtaines Solomons which are.
Looke not on me because that I am browne;
Because the Sun hath on me looked-downe:
The children of my mother they have beene
Incensed against me with angry-teene;
To keepe the Vineyards they did me assigne,
I have not kept my Vineyard which is mine.
O my soules love, tell me where thou feedest,
Where thou dost make (thy flocke) at noone to rest.
For why should I be like to one that goes-
Aside, unto the flocks of thy fellowes?
If thou thy selfe know not, ô fairest one
Of womankind, then forth get thou thee gone,
By footsteps of the flocke, and thy yong-goates
Feed thou, besides the shepheards dwelling-cotes.
I have compared thee, my love, unto
The horses. troop in Charrets of Phar'oh.
Thy cheekes with rowes, thy necke with chaines are deckt.
We will make thee, gold rowes; with silver speckt.
At his round. table while the King doth sit;
My spikenard giveth-forth the smell of it.
A bag of myrrh my Loved is to me.
Betwixt my breasts, lye-all-the-night shall he.
My Lov'd to me a cluster of Cypres;
That in the vineyards of Engedi is.
Lee thou art faire, ô thou my dearest love;
Loe thou art faire, thine eyes are as the dove.
Loe thou art faire, ô thou my deare-loved,
Yea pleasant art, greene also is our bed.
Beames of our houses, of the Cedars be;
Our galleries, are of the Brutin-tree.