Epithalamium, or Solomons Song Together with the Songs of Moses, Exod. 15 & Deut. 32. ... Digested into a known and familiar meeter, by Samuel Slater |
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 | CHAP. I. Epithalamium, or Solomons Song |  |
CHAP. I.
1.
The Song of Songs, which is Solomons.2.
The kisses of his gracious mouth,O let him grant to me;
For why? thy love I do account good,
better then wine to be.
3.
Through savor of thine oyntmentseven so thy name doth prove
As oyntment poured out, therefore
the Virgins do thee love.
4.
O draw thou me, and after theethen will we run apace;
Into his Chambers did the King
conduct me, through his grace.
We will be glad, and joy in thee;
remembring more then wine
Thy love: and as for Upright ones,
their love is surely thine.
5.
O Daughters of Jerusalem,though black, yet am I fair,
And comly; like as Kedar Tents,
and Solomon's Curtains are.
6.
Look not on me, because in stateof blackness ye me see;
Because the sun with scortching heat
hath looked upon me.
My mothers children angry were,
and on me they did frown;
A Vineyard-keeper they me made:
I did not keep mine own.
7.
O thou whom with my soul I love,do thou to me make known
Where thou dost feed, and make thy flocks
to rest themselvs at noon.
Alas my love, why should I be
as one that turns aside
By flocks of thy companions,
and so with them abide?
8.
If thou know'st not (O fairest one)by steps of flocks make speed;
Beside the shepherds tents, thy kids
thou maist with safety feed.
9.
O thou on whom my love is set,I have compared thee
To company of horses which
in Pharaoh's Charets be.
10.
Thy cheeks do beautiful appear,with rows of jewels set;
With chains of finest gold also
full comly is thy neck.
11.
We wil prepare for thee (who dostso beautiful appear)
Borders of gold, and silver studs,
which shall be for thy wear.
12.
While that the King in royal statedoth at his Table sit;
the smell thereof full sweet.
13.
A bundle of refreshing myrrheis my Belov'd to me;
And even so between my brests
lie all the night shall he.
14.
My wel-beloved is to meeven such as now I show,
As Camphire clusters, which within
Engedi's vinyards grow.
15.
Behold my love, for thou art fair,lo thou (my love) art fair:
Thy beauty in thine eyes appears,
yea like Doves eyes they are.
16.
Behold (beloved) thou art fair,so do I thee esteem;
Yea very pleasant for delight,
also our bed is green.
17.
Our house, yea ours, not mine alonewith Cedar beams is staid,
The rafters also which it hath,
even they of Fir are made.
| CHAP. I. Epithalamium, or Solomons Song | |