1 WYC Who `mai grante to me thee, my brother, soukynge the tetis of my modir, that Y fynde thee aloone without forth, and that Y kisse thee, and no man dispise me thanne? BSB BSB: O that you were to me like a brother who nursed at my mother’s breasts! If I found you outdoors, I would kiss you, and no one would despise me.
2 WYC Y schal take thee, and Y schal lede thee in to the hous of my modir, and in to the closet of my modir; there thou schalt teche me, and Y schal yyue to thee drink of wyn maad swete, and of the must of my pumgranatis. BSB BSB: I would lead you and bring you to the house of my mother who taught me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, the nectar of my pomegranates.
3 WYC His lefthond vndur myn heed, and his riythond schal biclippe me. BSB BSB: His left hand is under my head, and his right arm embraces me.
4 WYC Ye douytris of Jerusalem, Y charge you greetli, that ye reise not, nether make the dereworthe spousesse to awake, til sche wole. BSB BSB: O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you: Do not arouse or awaken love until the time is right.
5 WYC Who is this spousesse, that stieth fro desert, and flowith in delices, and restith on hir derlynge? Y reiside thee vndur a pumgranate tre; there thi modir was corrupt, there thi modir was defoulid. BSB BSB: Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? I roused you under the apple tree; there your mother conceived you; there she travailed and brought you forth.
7 WYC Many watris moun not quenche charite, nether floodis schulen oppresse it. Thouy a man yyue al the catel of his hous for loue, he schal dispise `that catel as nouyt. BSB BSB: Mighty waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot sweep it away. If a man were to give all the wealth of his house for love, his offer would be utterly scorned.
8 WYC Oure sistir is litil, and hath no tetys; what schulen we do to oure sistir, in the dai whanne sche schal be spokun to? BSB BSB: We have a little sister, and her breasts are not yet grown. What shall we do for our sister on the day she is spoken for?
9 WYC If it is a wal, bilde we theronne siluerne touris; if it is a dore, ioyne we it togidere with tablis of cedre. BSB BSB: If she is a wall, we will build a tower of silver upon her. If she is a door, we will enclose her with panels of cedar.
10 WYC I am a wal, and my tetis ben as a tour; sithen Y am maad as fyndynge pees bifore hym. BSB BSB: I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. So I have become in his eyes like one who brings peace.
11 WYC A vyner was to the pesible; in that citee, that hath puplis, he bitook it to keperis; a man bryngith a thousynde platis of siluer for the fruyt therof. BSB BSB: Solomon had a vineyard in Baal-hamon. He leased it to the tenants. For its fruit, each was to bring a thousand shekels of silver.
12 WYC The vyner is bifore me; a thousynde ben of thee pesible, and two hundrid to hem that kepen the fruytis therof. BSB BSB: But my own vineyard is mine to give; the thousand shekels are for you, O Solomon, and two hundred are for those who tend its fruit.
13 WYC Frendis herkene thee, that dwellist in orchertis; make thou me to here thi vois. BSB BSB: You who dwell in the gardens, my companions are listening for your voice. Let me hear it!
14 WYC My derlyng, fle thou; be thou maad lijk a capret, and a calf of hertis, on the hillis of swete smellynge spices. BSB BSB: Come away, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.
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