2 WYC Kisse he me with the cos of his mouth. BSB BSB: Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is more delightful than wine.
3 WYC For thi tetis ben betere than wyn, and yyuen odour with beste oynementis. Thi name is oile sched out; therfor yonge damesels loueden thee. BSB BSB: The fragrance of your perfume is pleasing; your name is like perfume poured out. No wonder the maidens adore you.
4 WYC Drawe thou me after thee; we schulen renne in to the odour of thin oynementis. The kyng ledde me in to hise celeris; we myndeful of thi teetis aboue wyn, schulen make ful out ioye, and schulen be glad in thee; riytful men louen thee. BSB BSB: Take me away with you—let us hurry! May the king bring me to his chambers. We will rejoice and delight in you; we will praise your love more than wine. It is only right that they adore you.
5 WYC Ye douytris of Jerusalem, Y am blak, but fair, as the tabernaclis of Cedar, as the skynnes of Salomon. BSB BSB: I am dark, yet lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
6 WYC Nyle ye biholde me, that Y am blak, for the sunne hath discolourid me; the sones of my modir fouyten ayens me, thei settiden me a kepere in vyners; Y kepte not my vyner. BSB BSB: Do not stare because I am dark, for the sun has gazed upon me. My mother’s sons were angry with me; they made me a keeper of the vineyards, but my own vineyard I have neglected.
7 WYC Thou spouse, whom my soule loueth, schewe to me, where thou lesewist, where thou restist in myddai; lest Y bigynne to wandre, aftir the flockis of thi felowis. BSB BSB: Tell me, O one I love, where do you pasture your sheep? Where do you rest them at midday? Why should I be like a veiled woman beside the flocks of your companions?
8 WYC A! thou fairest among wymmen, if thou knowist not thi silf, go thou out, and go forth aftir the steppis of thi flockis; and feede thi kidis, bisidis the tabernaclis of scheepherdis. BSB BSB: If you do not know, O fairest of women, follow the tracks of the flock, and graze your young goats near the tents of the shepherds.
9 WYC Mi frendesse, Y licnede thee to myn oost of knyytis in the charis of Farao. BSB BSB: I compare you, my darling, to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.
10 WYC Thi chekis ben feire, as of a turtle; thi necke is as brochis. BSB BSB: Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
11 WYC We schulen make to thee goldun ournementis, departid and maad dyuerse with silver. BSB BSB: We will make you ornaments of gold, studded with beads of silver.
12 WYC Whanne the kyng was in his restyng place, my narde yaf his odour. BSB BSB: While the king was at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.
13 WYC My derlyng is a bundel of myrre to me; he schal dwelle bitwixe my tetis. BSB BSB: My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh resting between my breasts.
14 WYC My derlyng is to me a cluster of cipre tre, among the vyneres of Engaddi. BSB BSB: My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of En-gedi.
15 WYC Lo! my frendesse, thou art fair; lo! thou art fair, thin iyen ben the iyen of culueris. BSB BSB: How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how very beautiful! Your eyes are like doves.
16 WYC Lo, my derling, thou art fair, and schapli; oure bed is fair as flouris. BSB BSB: How handsome you are, my beloved! Oh, how delightful! The soft grass is our bed.
17 WYC The trees of oure housis ben of cedre; oure couplis ben of cipresse. BSB BSB: The beams of our house are cedars; our rafters are fragrant firs.
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