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           THE
           CANTICLES
           ,
           OR
           
             Song
             of
             Solomon
          
           PARAPHRASED
           ;
           AND
           Explained
           by
           divers
           others
           Texts
           of
           Scriptures
           ,
           very
           useful
           .
        
         
           By
           the
           Learned
           ,
           Reverend
           ,
           and
           Faithful
           Minister
           of
           Christ
           Mr.
           
             Arthur
             Hildersham
          
           ,
           of
           Ashby-Delazouch
           .
        
         
           As
           also
           the
           same
           ,
           together
           with
           the
           two
           Songs
           of
           Moses
           ,
           and
           the
           Song
           of
           Deborah
           ,
           Collected
           into
           Meeter
           .
        
         
           LONDON
           .
        
         
           Printed
           by
           
             T.
             Milbourn
          
           ,
           for
           
             Robert
             Clavel
          
           in
           Cross-key
           Court
           in
           
             Little
             Britain
          
           .
           1672.
           
        
      
       
         
         
         
           
             READER
             ,
          
        
         
           
             THose
             Scriptures
          
           ,
           1
           Cor.
           14
           ,
           15.
           
           
             I
             will
             sing
             with
             the
             Spirit
             ,
             and
             I
             will
             sing
             with
             the
             understanding
             also
             .
          
           Eph.
           5.
           18
           ,
           19.
           
           
             Be
             filled
             with
             the
             Spirit
             ,
             speaking
             to
             your selves
             in
             Psalms
             ,
             and
             Hymns
             and
             spiritual
             Songs
             ,
             singing
             and
             making
             Melody
             in
             your
             hearts
             to
             the
             Lord.
          
           Col.
           3.
           16.
           
           
             Let
             the
             word
             of
             Christ
             dwell
             in
             you
             richly
             in
             all
             wisdom
             ,
             teaching
          
           
           
             and
             admonishing
             one
             another
             in
             Psalms
             ,
             and
             Hymns
             ,
             and
             spiritual
             Songs
             ,
             singing
             with
             grace
             in
             your
             hearts
             to
             the
             Lord.
          
           James
           5.
           13.
           
           
             Is
             any
             merry
             ,
             let
             him
             sing
             Psalms
             ;
             do
             not
             only
             direct
             and
             teach
             us
             the
             true
             manner
             ,
             and
             end
             of
             singing
             Psalms
             ,
             Hymns
             ,
             and
             spiritual
             Songs
             ;
             but
             do
             also
             ,
             I
             think
             ,
             prove
             the
             singing
             of
             them
             to
             be
             a
             duty
             ;
             and
             warrant
             the
             collecting
             of
             them
             into
             such
             Meeter
             and
             Tunes
             as
             is
             most
             suitable
             to
             us
             for
             that
             purpose
             .
             Those
             which
             are
             here
             presented
             upon
             this
             account
             ,
             are
             the
             Song
             of
          
           Moses
           ,
           Exod.
           15.
           
           
             The
             Song
             of
          
           Moses
           ,
           Deut.
           32.
           
           
             The
             Song
             of
          
           Deborah
           ,
           Iudg.
           5.
           
           
             And
             the
             Song
             of
             Songs
             which
             was
          
           Solomons
           ,
           
             to
             which
             (
             because
          
           
           
             the
             Song
             of
          
           Solomon
           
             is
             very
             mystical
             ,
             and
             the
             Meeter
             here
             presented
             is
             not
             intended
             for
             a
             Paraphrase
             ,
             but
             a
             Translation
             ;
             and
             that
             it
             will
             be
             hard
             ,
             at
             least
             for
             ordinary
             capacites
             ,
             in
             singing
             ,
             especially
             the
             Song
             of
          
           Solomon
           ,
           
             to
             sing
             with
             understanding
             ,
             without
             some
             plain
             exposition
             of
             it
             ,
             )
             I
             have
             made
             bold
             to
             annex
             a
             Paraphrase
             ,
             being
             one
             that
             was
             composed
             by
             that
             Reverend
             and
             Learned
             Minister
             of
             Christ
             ,
             Mr.
          
           Arthur
           Hildersham
           ,
           
             (
             as
             I
             had
             it
             transcribed
             out
             of
             his
             own
             ,
             by
             a
             faithful
             hand
             )
             which
             is
             the
             rather
             to
             be
             recommended
             ,
             because
             it
             is
             short
             ,
             plain
             ,
             exemplified
             with
             several
             quotations
             of
             Scripture
             and
             accommodated
             to
             the
             present
          
           
           
             Translation
             of
             the
             Bible
          
           .
        
         
           
             This
             excellent
             Author
             left
             also
             a
             Paraphrase
             upon
             the
             whole
             Bible
             ,
             out
             of
             which
             this
             was
             taken
             :
             if
             the
             publishing
             of
             this
             might
             provoke
             ,
             or
             be
             an
             occasion
             of
             the
             publishing
             of
             the
             rest
             ,
             I
             should
             be
             glad
             ;
             however
             ,
             I
             have
             commuicated
             what
             I
             had
             ,
             which
             hoping
             it
             may
             be
             much
             to
             thy
             satisfaction
             and
             advantage
             ,
             I
             leave
             with
             thee
             ,
             and
             rest
             .
          
        
      
    
     
       
         
         
           A
           PARAPHRASE
           UPON
           THE
           Canticles
           ,
           or
           Song
           of
           Solomon
           ,
           Illustrated
           with
           several
           Cotations
           of
           very
           many
           other
           Scriptures
           very
           Useful
           ,
           &c.
           
        
         
           
             CHAP.
             I.
             
          
           
             VER
             .
             1.
             
             
               THe
               Song
            
             ]
             So
             is
             this
             Book
             called
             ,
             in
             respect
             both
             of
             the
             Matter
             of
             it
             (
             which
             is
             a
             declamation
             of
             the
             holy
             Espousals
             ,
             and
             Sweet
             communion
             between
             Christ
             and
             his
             Church
             ,
             and
             of
             the
             mutual
             love
             and
             affection
             they
             bear
             each
             to
             other
             )
             and
             the
             Poetical
             Manner
             of
             penning
             it
             .
             
               [
               Of
               Songs
            
             ]
             i.
             e.
             The
             most
             
             sweet
             and
             excellent
             Song
             ,
             as
             in
             the
             like
             phrase
             ,
             Canaan
             is
             called
             a
             servant
             of
             servants
             ,
             the
             vilest
             and
             basest
             ,
             Gen.
             9.
             25.
             
          
           
             Ver.
             2.
             
             The
             Church
             ,
             after
             the
             manner
             of
             Lovers
             ,
             begins
             abruptly
             and
             passionately
             ,
             
               [
               Let
               him
            
             ]
             i.
             e.
             Let
             Christ
             my
             beloved
             
               [
               Kiss
               me
               with
               the
               Kisses
               of
               his
               Mouth
               ]
            
             manifest
             and
             confirm
             to
             me
             his
             Love
             ;
             To
             this
             end
             (
             among
             others
             )
             kisses
             were
             given
             ,
             1
             Cor.
             16.
             20.
             
             
               [
               For
               ,
               thy
            
             ]
             She
             changeth
             the
             person
             after
             the
             pathetical
             and
             passionate
             manner
             of
             vehement
             lovers
             ;
             
               [
               Loves
            
             ]
             so
             the
             Heb.
             readeth
             :
             whereby
             she
             intimateth
             the
             abundance
             and
             intimateness
             of
             his
             love
             
               (
               Ephes.
            
             3.
             19.
             
             )
             for
             so
             in
             the
             Heb.
             phrase
             is
             the
             plural
             number
             used
             
               [
               are
               better
               than
               Wine
            
             ]
             are
             more
             comfortable
             ,
             and
             glad
             the
             heart
             more
             than
             Wine
             ,
             which
             of
             all
             creatures
             is
             most
             effectual
             to
             make
             the
             heart
             merry
             ,
             Iud.
             9.
             13.
             
             
             Psal.
             104.
             15.
             
             Ier.
             31.
             5
             ,
             6.
             
          
           
             Ver.
             3.
             
             
               Because
               of
               the
               savour
               of
               thy
               good
               Oyntments
               ]
            
             Because
             of
             the
             Oyle
             of
             Gladness
             ,
             that
             fulness
             of
             Grace
             ,
             and
             of
             the
             Spirit
             ,
             wherewith
             thou
             art
             anointed
             ,
             Psal.
             45.
             7.
             which
             is
             the
             fountain
             from
             whence
             all
             Grace
             is
             derived
             to
             the
             Church
             ,
             Io.
             1.
             16.
             
             Psal.
             133.
             2.
             
             
               [
               Thy
               Name
            
             ]
             thy
             holy
             Word
             and
             Gospel
             ,
             whereby
             thou
             makest
             thy self
             known
             ,
             Psalm
             138.
             2.
             
             Mat
             19.
             29.
             compared
             with
             Mar.
             10.
             29.
             
             Act.
             9.
             15.
             
             
               [
               is
               as
               an
               Oyntment
               poured
               forth
               ]
            
             i.
             e.
             as
             the
             sweet
             and
             pretious
             Oyntments
             (
             which
             were
             much
             used
             in
             those
             Countries
             )
             did
             then
             cast
             forth
             their
             sweetest
             savour
             when
             they
             were
             poured
             out
             ,
             
               (
               Mar.
            
             14.
             3.
             compared
             with
             Io.
             12.
             3.
             )
             So
             the
             excellency
             that
             is
             in
             thee
             ,
             being
             published
             by
             the
             Gospel
             ,
             doth
             make
             thee
             most
             sweet
             and
             amiable
             ,
             
               [
               The
               Virgins
            
             ]
             such
             as
             keep
             themselves
             pure
             and
             
             undefiled
             from
             Idolatry
             ,
             and
             all
             wordly
             Pollutions
             
               [
               love
               thee
               ]
            
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             4.
             
             
               [
               Draw
               me
            
             ]
             O
             pull
             me
             more
             and
             more
             out
             of
             the
             bondage
             of
             Satan
             ,
             and
             of
             my
             own
             corruption
             ,
             Mat.
             6.
             13.
             
             Give
             me
             both
             a
             will
             and
             a
             power
             to
             come
             unto
             thee
             Io.
             6.
             44.
             
             Phil.
             2.
             13.
             
             
               [
               Wee
            
             ]
             I
             and
             the
             children
             which
             thou
             hast
             given
             me
             ,
             then
             
               [
               will
               run
               after
               thee
            
             ]
             will
             cheerfully
             and
             readily
             obey
             and
             follow
             thee
             ,
             Psa.
             119.
             32.
             
             Mat.
             4.
             20
             ,
             22.
             
             
               [
               The
               King
            
             ]
             Jesus
             Christ
             my
             Husband
             who
             is
             also
             my
             Lord
             and
             King
             ,
             Psal.
             45.
             11.
             
             Yea
             the
             King
             of
             kings
             and
             Lord
             of
             lords
             ,
             Rev.
             17.
             14.
             and
             19.
             16.
             
             
               [
               hath
               brought
               me
               into
               his
               Chambers
               ]
            
             hath
             already
             brought
             me
             into
             those
             places
             where
             his
             Jewels
             and
             chief
             treasures
             are
             laid
             up
             ,
             and
             where
             he
             useth
             most
             inwardly
             and
             familiarly
             to
             converse
             with
             ,
             and
             communicate
             him-self
             to
             his
             beloved
             ,
             viz
             ,
             the
             places
             of
             his
             
             publique
             and
             solemn
             Woship
             ,
             Psal.
             26.
             8.
             and
             27.
             4
             ,
             5.
             and
             36.
             8.
             and
             63.
             2.
             and
             65.
             4.
             
             
               [
               We
               will
               be
               glad
               and
               rejoyce
               in
               thee
               ]
            
             thus
             will
             we
             be
             affected
             while
             we
             are
             in
             thy
             Chambers
             ,
             Psal.
             29.
             9.
             
             Is.
             56.
             7.
             
             
               [
               we
               will
               remember
            
             ]
             we
             will
             meditate
             and
             speak
             of
             
               [
               thy
               loves
               more
               than
               Wine
               ]
            
             thy
             favour
             and
             the
             comfort
             to
             be
             found
             therein
             ,
             as
             of
             that
             which
             is
             more
             sweet
             and
             comforttable
             than
             any
             Wine
             ,
             Psal.
             4.
             6
             ,
             7.
             
             
               [
               The
               upright
               love
               thee
            
             ]
             All
             whose
             hearts
             are
             sound
             and
             free
             from
             hypocrisy
             ,
             having
             tasted
             of
             ,
             and
             been
             satisfied
             with
             the
             pleasures
             of
             thine
             house
             ,
             cannot
             choose
             but
             love
             thee
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             5.
             
             
               I
               am
               black
               but
               comely
            
             ]
             I
             confess
             that
             in
             respect
             of
             my
             outward
             estate
             &
             condition
             I
             am
             nothing
             amiable
             ,
             nor
             have
             any
             thing
             to
             allure
             a
             carnal
             eye
             to
             affect
             or
             love
             me
             ;
             yet
             have
             I
             an
             inward
             beauty
             and
             excellency
             
               (
               Psal.
            
             45.
             13.
             
             )
             to
             be
             discerned
             
             by
             such
             as
             are
             spiritual
             .
             
               [
               (
               O
               ye
               Daughters
               of
               Ierusalem
               )
               ]
            
             O
             ye
             which
             being
             members
             of
             the
             visible
             Church
             ,
             and
             apt
             to
             take
             offence
             at
             this
             my
             outward
             estate
             ,
             which
             is
             
               [
               as
               the
               tents
               of
               Kedar
               ,
               as
               the
               curtains
               of
               Solomon
               ]
            
             as
             those
             tents
             and
             curtains
             that
             being
             on
             the
             outside
             weather-beaten
             ,
             had
             within
             ,
             great
             Treasures
             and
             Riches
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             6.
             
             
               Look
               not
               upon
               me
               because
               I
               am
               black
               ]
            
             Do
             not
             too
             much
             eye
             or
             observe
             and
             despise
             me
             for
             the
             deformity
             of
             my
             outward
             estate
             and
             condition
             ;
             but
             consider
             the
             true
             cause
             thereof
             
               [
               because
               the
               Sun
               hat
               looked
               upon
               me
               ]
            
             The
             heat
             of
             persecution
             (
             whereunto
             I
             have
             alwayes
             been
             much
             subject
             )
             as
             the
             Sun
             in
             his
             strength
             shining
             full
             upon
             my
             face
             ,
             hath
             scortched
             and
             tanned
             me
             ,
             Mat.
             13.
             6
             ,
             21.
             
             
               [
               The
               Sons
               of
               my
               Mother
               were
               angry
               with
               me
               ]
            
             such
             as
             by
             outward
             profession
             were
             Children
             of
             
             the
             true
             Church
             ,
             yea
             ,
             that
             did
             bear
             cheif
             sway
             in
             it
             ,
             were
             the
             chief
             authors
             of
             this
             my
             persecution
             ,
             being
             angry
             with
             me
             for
             this
             my
             sincerity
             ,
             Gal.
             4.
             29.
             
             
               [
               They
               made
               me
               the
               keeper
               of
               the
               Vineyards
               ]
            
             they
             compelled
             me
             through
             their
             violence
             &
             mine
             own
             weakness
             ,
             to
             observe
             their
             fancies
             ,
             and
             to
             fashion
             my self
             to
             the
             customes
             and
             manners
             of
             others
             
               [
               but
               mine
               own
               Vineyard
               have
               I
               not
               kept
               ]
            
             The
             duties
             God
             assigned
             me
             for
             the
             gathering
             and
             ordering
             of
             his
             People
             ,
             and
             making
             of
             them
             fruitful
             to
             Him
             ,
             I
             have
             neglected
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             7.
             
             
               Tell
               me
               (
               O
               thou
               whom
               my
               Soul
               loveth
               )
               where
               thou
               feedest
               ,
               where
               thou
               makest
               thy
               Flocks
               to
               rest
               at
               Noon
               ]
            
             Show
             me
             these
             assemblies
             where
             thy
             saving
             Ordinances
             are
             to
             be
             found
             ,
             wherein
             Thou
             (
             the
             chief
             Shephard
             ,
             Psal.
             23.
             1.
             
             Io.
             10.
             11.
             1
             
             Pet.
             5.
             4.
             
             )
             performest
             all
             the
             offices
             of
             a
             careful
             and
             faithful
             Pastor
             ,
             both
             
             feeding
             them
             with
             knowledg
             and
             understanding
             ,
             Ier.
             3.
             15.
             and
             giving
             them
             comfort
             and
             repose
             in
             all
             their
             afflictions
             ,
             Ezek.
             34.
             12
             ,
             16.
             
             
               [
               For
               why
               should
               I
               be
               as
               one
               that
               turneth
               aside
               ]
            
             As
             I
             fear
             nothing
             more
             than
             the
             falling
             away
             or
             declining
             from
             thee
             ,
             and
             the
             purity
             of
             thy
             Worship
             ;
             So
             ,
             unless
             I
             joyn
             my self
             to
             those
             assemblies
             where
             thine
             Ordinances
             are
             to
             be
             had
             ,
             I
             shall
             not
             be
             able
             to
             keep
             my self
             from
             declining
             ,
             Heb.
             10
             ,
             25.
             compared
             with
             ver
             .
             23.
             
               [
               by
               the
               flocks
               of
               thy
               companions
               ]
            
             My
             danger
             to
             turn
             aside
             and
             decline
             from
             thee
             ,
             is
             the
             greater
             ,
             because
             I
             live
             where
             thy
             companions
             are
             such
             as
             pretend
             to
             be
             the
             friends
             of
             thee
             the
             Bridegroom
             ,
             and
             to
             mourn
             for
             thee
             ;
             but
             do
             indeed
             nothing
             less
             ,
             being
             Idolaters
             and
             false
             Teachers
             ,
             Iud.
             14.
             20.
             2
             
             Cor.
             11
             ,
             13.
             
          
           
             Ver.
             8.
             
             
               If
               thou
               know
               not
            
             ]
             If
             
             (
             which
             is
             strange
             )
             thou
             be
             ,
             through
             thy
             confidence
             ,
             and
             the
             prevailing
             of
             false
             teachers
             ,
             ignorant
             or
             brought
             to
             doubt
             hereof
             
               [
               O
               thou
               the
               fairest
               among
               women
               ]
            
             Thou
             (
             who
             though
             thou
             be
             black
             in
             thine
             own
             eyes
             ,
             and
             in
             the
             eyes
             of
             carnal
             men
             ;
             yet
             art
             in
             mine
             ,
             through
             the
             imputation
             of
             my
             Righteousness
             ,
             and
             the
             Sanctification
             ,
             that
             is
             begun
             in
             thee
             ,
             far
             more
             beautiful
             then
             any
             other
             Woman
             )
             must
             ,
             
               [
               Go
               thy
               way
               forth
               by
               the
               footsteps
               of
               the
               flocks
               ]
            
             observe
             ,
             and
             mark
             well
             the
             footsteps
             ,
             and
             way
             ,
             that
             the
             Antient
             People
             ,
             and
             flock
             of
             God
             ,
             (
             the
             holy
             Patriarks
             and
             Prophets
             )
             have
             trodden
             ,
             and
             walk
             in
             it
             ,
             Ier.
             6.
             16.
             
             
               [
               And
               feed
               thy
               kids
            
             ]
             feed
             the
             faithful
             flock
             ,
             (
             who
             are
             oft
             compared
             to
             young
             and
             little
             ones
             ,
             not
             only
             for
             that
             they
             are
             so
             in
             their
             own
             sense
             ,
             and
             in
             the
             opinion
             of
             the
             world
             ;
             but
             for
             that
             ,
             indeed
             ,
             they
             are
             not
             come
             to
             their
             full
             growth
             ,
             
             but
             growing
             daily
             ,
             Mat.
             18.
             10.
             
             Gal.
             4.
             19.
             1
             
             Io.
             2.
             18.
             and
             5.
             21.
             
             )
             
               [
               besides
               the
               Shepherds
               -
               tents
               ]
            
             in
             those
             Pastures
             wherein
             those
             Antient
             Pastours
             were
             wont
             to
             pitch
             their
             Tents
             ,
             and
             feed
             their
             Flocks
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             9.
             
             
               I
               have
               compared
               thee
            
             ]
             I
             who
             best
             know
             thee
             ,
             and
             can
             best
             judg
             of
             thee
             ,
             and
             in
             whose
             judgment
             thou
             mayest
             quiet
             and
             comfort
             thy self
             ,
             have
             esteemed
             thee
             to
             be
             like
             ,
             
               (
               [
               O
               my
               Love
            
             ]
             or
             O
             my
             fellow
             and
             companion
             ,
             so
             is
             the
             Wife
             called
             ,
             Mat.
             2.
             14.
             )
             
               [
               To
               a
               company
               of
               Horses
               in
               Pharoas
               ▪
               Chariots
               ]
            
             for
             that
             honourable
             service
             thou
             doest
             unto
             me
             ,
             in
             my
             spiritual
             warfare
             ,
             unto
             the
             horses
             that
             Pharaoh
             used
             in
             his
             Chariots
             ,
             which
             of
             all
             other
             horses
             ,
             for
             their
             stateliness
             and
             courage
             ,
             did
             most
             excel
             for
             that
             purpose
             ,
             1
             Kings
             10.
             ver
             .
             28
             ,
             29.
             
          
           
             Ver.
             10.
             
             
               Thy
               cheeks
               are
               comely
            
             
             
               with
               rows
               of
               Iewels
               ,
               thy
               neck
               with
               chains
               of
               Gold
               ]
            
             Though
             thy
             chief
             beauty
             be
             inward
             ,
             yet
             even
             those
             thy
             outward
             parts
             ,
             which
             are
             most
             conspicuous
             ,
             and
             the
             principal
             seals
             of
             beauty
             ,
             want
             not
             that
             goodly
             ornament
             ,
             but
             the
             graces
             of
             my
             Spirit
             ,
             where
             withal
             ,
             as
             with
             most
             pretious
             jewels
             ,
             I
             have
             adorned
             thee
             ,
             do
             shine
             evidently
             in
             thy
             whole
             conversation
             ,
             and
             make
             thee
             gratious
             even
             unto
             Men
             ,
             Prov.
             4.
             9.
             
          
           
             Ver.
             11.
             
             We
             ]
             All
             the
             three
             Persons
             in
             the
             Trinity
             (
             unto
             whom
             only
             ,
             and
             to
             all
             whom
             any
             work
             of
             our
             Sanctification
             ,
             and
             Salvation
             must
             be
             ascribed
             )
             
               [
               will
               make
               thee
               borders
               of
               Gold
               ,
               with
               studs
               of
               Silver
               ]
            
             will
             increase
             the
             Graces
             of
             the
             Spirit
             in
             thee
             ,
             and
             cause
             thee
             to
             grow
             in
             holiness
             ;
             so
             making
             thee
             more
             and
             more
             glorious
             in
             the
             sight
             of
             God
             and
             men
             ,
             Mat.
             25.
             29.
             2
             
             Cor.
             3.
             10.
             
          
           
           
             Ver.
             12.
             
             
               While
               the
               King
               sitteth
               at
               his
               Table
               ]
            
             whilest
             Christ
             my
             Lord
             and
             King
             sheweth
             himself
             present
             in
             his
             Ordinances
             ,
             according
             to
             his
             promise
             ,
             Mat.
             18.
             20.
             and
             28.
             20.
             wherein
             he
             spreadeth
             and
             furnisheth
             his
             Table
             ,
             feasteth
             his
             People
             ,
             and
             admitteth
             them
             to
             dine
             &
             sup
             with
             him
             ,
             Mat.
             22.
             4.
             
             Rev.
             3.
             20.
             
             
               [
               my
               spikenard
               sendeth
               forth
               the
               smell
               thereof
               ,
               ]
            
             the
             graces
             of
             his
             Spirit
             which
             he
             had
             bestowed
             upon
             me
             ,
             and
             which
             are
             more
             sweet
             and
             comfortable
             to
             my
             Soul
             ,
             than
             any
             Spikenard
             to
             my
             sense
             ,
             were
             stirred
             up
             ,
             revived
             and
             quickned
             in
             me
             ,
             Luke
             24.
             22.
             
          
           
             Ver.
             13.
             
             
               A
               bundle
               of
               myrrh
               is
               [
               my
               well-beloved
               unto
               me
               ]
            
             Christ
             my
             Husband
             is
             to
             me
             for
             the
             sweetness
             and
             comfort
             my
             Soul
             findeth
             in
             Him
             ,
             as
             a
             bundle
             of
             myrrhe
             (
             which
             was
             one
             of
             the
             sweetest
             things
             those
             
             Eastern-Countries
             did
             afford
             ,
             and
             whereof
             the
             sweetest
             Oyntments
             
             and
             Perfumes
             were
             wont
             to
             be
             made
             ,
             Exod.
             30.
             23.
             
             Psal.
             45.
             8.
             
             
               [
               He
               shall
               lye
               all
               night
               betwixt
               my
               breasts
               ]
               :
            
             according
             to
             the
             manner
             of
             women
             ,
             who
             wear
             their
             Nose-gays
             there
             ;
             so
             shall
             my
             well-beloved
             still
             dwell
             in
             my
             heart
             ,
             Eph.
             3.
             17.
             
             So
             is
             the
             phrase
             there
             taken
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             14.
             
             
               My
               beloved
               is
               to
               me
               as
               a
               cluster
               of
               Camphire
               ]
            
             Howsoever
             others
             esteem
             of
             my
             beloved
             ,
             and
             feel
             no
             sweetness
             in
             him
             ;
             he
             is
             ,
             in
             my
             estimation
             and
             feeling
             ,
             as
             delectable
             as
             a
             cluster
             of
             the
             sweetest
             Camphire
             or
             
               Cyprus
               [
               in
               the
               Vineyards
               of
               Engedi
               ]
            
             even
             of
             that
             Camphire
             or
             Cyprus
             that
             grows
             in
             the
             Vineyards
             of
             Engedi
             ,
             which
             was
             a
             very
             fruitful
             place
             ,
             being
             both
             near
             the
             Sea
             ,
             and
             full
             of
             pleasant
             springs
             .
             See
             
               Plin.
               l.
               12.
               c.
               24.
            
             
          
           
             Ver.
             15.
             
             
               Behold
               thou
               art
               fair
               my
               Love
               ,
               behold
               thou
               art
               fair
               ,
               ]
            
             Thou
             ,
             O
             my
             Church
             whom
             I
             dearly
             love
             ,
             
             art
             indeed
             (
             however
             thou
             seemest
             to
             thy self
             or
             others
             ,
             )
             amiable
             ,
             beautiful
             ,
             without
             all
             spot
             or
             wrinckle
             ;
             My
             beauty
             ,
             even
             my
             perfect
             holiness
             ,
             and
             righteousness
             ,
             being
             put
             upon
             thee
             ,
             and
             made
             thine
             ,
             Eph.
             5.
             27.
             
             
               [
               Thou
               hast
               Doves
               eyes
            
             ]
             Thou
             art
             ,
             for
             thy
             Chastity
             ,
             (
             which
             chiefly
             sheweth
             it self
             in
             the
             eye
             ,
             as
             uncleanness
             also
             doth
             ,
             Iob.
             30.
             1.
             2
             
             Pet.
             2.
             14.
             
             )
             like
             unto
             the
             Dove
             ,
             which
             is
             a
             most
             chaste
             Creature
             ,
             and
             true
             to
             her
             Mate
             ,
             not
             so
             much
             as
             casting
             thine
             eye
             ,
             in
             spiritual
             fornication
             ,
             upon
             any
             Idol
             ,
             or
             false
             worship
             ,
             Ezek.
             18.
             6.
             
          
           
             Ver.
             16.
             
             
               Behold
               thou
               art
               fair
               ,
               my
               beloved
               ,
               yea
               pleasant
               ,
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             Dost
             thou
             commend
             My
             beauty
             ?
             nay
             ,
             thou
             art
             beautiful
             indeed
             ,
             Psa.
             27.
             4.
             through
             the
             abundance
             and
             perfection
             of
             grace
             and
             goodness
             that
             dwells
             in
             thee
             
               (
               in
               whom
               all
               the
               fulness
               of
               the
               Godhead
               dwells
               bodily
               ,
            
             Col.
             2
             9.
             
             every
             way
             pleasant
             and
             delectable
             ;
             from
             thee
             only
             have
             I
             all
             that
             little
             beauty
             that
             is
             in
             me
             ,
             and
             in
             thy
             beauty
             only
             do
             I
             rejoyce
             ,
             1
             Cor.
             1.
             30
             ,
             31.
             
             
               [
               Also
               our
               Bed
            
             ]
             The
             place
             wherein
             we
             enjoy
             one
             another
             ,
             to
             the
             procreation
             and
             begetting
             of
             children
             to
             God
             ,
             viz.
             the
             holy
             Assemblies
             ,
             where
             thou
             plantest
             thine
             Ordinances
             ,
             Psa.
             87.
             5
             ,
             6.
             
             Ia.
             1.
             18.
             1
             
             Pet.
             1.
             2.
             
             
               [
               is
               green
            
             ]
             is
             fruitful
             ,
             growing
             and
             flourishing
             :
             though
             our
             Children
             dye
             ,
             wither
             ,
             and
             fall
             away
             ,
             yet
             such
             spring
             up
             in
             their
             room
             ,
             Isa.
             49.
             20.
             and
             54.
             1
             ,
             2.
             
             Ier.
             30.
             19
             ,
             20.
             
          
           
             Ver.
             17.
             
             
               The
               beams
               of
               our
               houses
               are
               Cedar
               ,
               and
               our
               rafters
               of
               Firre
               ,
               ]
            
             The
             Catholick
             Church
             which
             thou
             hast
             chosen
             to
             be
             thy
             House
             ,
             1
             Tim.
             3.
             16.
             wherein
             by
             thy
             Grace
             ,
             I
             also
             do
             dwell
             ,
             and
             shall
             ever
             continue
             ,
             Ps.
             23.
             6.
             is
             dureable
             and
             everlasting
             ,
             and
             consisteth
             
             of
             such
             parts
             and
             members
             ,
             as
             shall
             never
             perish
             nor
             decay
             ,
             Ps.
             24.
             7.
             1
             
             Pet.
             1.
             23.
             
          
        
         
           
             Chap.
             II.
             
          
           
             Ver.
             1.
             
             I
             
               Am
               the
               Rose
               of
               Sharon
            
             ]
             This
             is
             the
             speech
             of
             Christ
             ,
             who
             praiseth
             himself
             ,
             which
             were
             unseemly
             for
             the
             Church
             ,
             or
             any
             man
             to
             do
             ,
             Prov.
             27.
             2.
             2
             
             Cor.
             10.
             18.
             and
             11.
             16
             ,
             17.
             as
             Io.
             6.
             35.
             
             I
             am
             a
             pleasant
             and
             delectable
             sweetness
             ,
             I
             am
             like
             the
             Rose
             of
             Sharon
             ;
             which
             was
             a
             very
             fruitful
             soyl
             near
             unto
             Bashan
             ,
             1
             Chron.
             5.
             16.
             and
             27.
             29.
             and
             therefore
             bore
             the
             sweetest
             Roses
             ,
             
               [
               and
               the
               Lillie
               of
               the
               Vallies
               ,
               ]
            
             for
             beauty
             and
             glory
             ,
             like
             the
             goodliest
             Lillie
             ,
             
             which
             for
             its
             beauty
             and
             glorious
             gloss
             did
             excel
             ,
             Mat.
             6.
             29.
             
          
           
             Ver.
             2.
             
             
               As
               the
               Lillie
               among
               the
               Thorns
               ]
            
             As
             the
             Lilly
             excelleth
             greatly
             the
             Thorns
             ,
             and
             appears
             so
             much
             the
             more
             beautiful
             ,
             by
             growing
             among
             them
             ,
             and
             being
             compared
             with
             them
             ,
             
               [
               so
               is
               my
               love
               among
               the
               Daughters
               ]
            
             so
             my
             dear
             Spouse
             ,
             my
             faithful
             people
             living
             among
             other
             people
             in
             the
             World
             ,
             (
             who
             are
             noe
             better
             then
             Briers
             and
             Thorns
             ,
             Mic.
             7.
             4.
             
             (
             do
             not
             only
             excel
             them
             much
             ,
             Prov.
             12.
             16.
             but
             the
             beauty
             and
             glory
             of
             my
             graces
             in
             them
             do
             shine
             so
             much
             more
             ,
             by
             how
             much
             the
             more
             corrupt
             the
             times
             and
             places
             are
             wherein
             they
             live
             ,
             Gen.
             6.
             9.
             
             Phil.
             4.
             22.
             2
             
             Pet.
             2.
             8.
             
          
           
             Ver.
             3.
             
             
               As
               the
               Apple-tree
               among
               the
               Trees
               of
               the
               wood
               ,
               so
               is
               my
               beloved
               ]
            
             As
             the
             Apple-tree
             excelleth
             all
             other
             the
             Trees
             that
             grow
             in
             the
             Wood
             ,
             because
             it
             is
             not
             only
             shady
             ,
             
             but
             beareth
             comfortable
             fruit
             ,
             so
             is
             my
             beloved
             Husband
             
               [
               among
               the
               Sons
               ,
            
             ]
             among
             all
             Angels
             and
             Men
             ,
             in
             both
             these
             respects
             most
             excellent
             ,
             Eph.
             1.
             21.
             
             Heb.
             1.
             4.
             
             
               [
               I
               sate
               down
               under
               his
               shaddow
               with
               great
               delight
               ,
               ]
            
             as
             he
             that
             travelleth
             in
             hot
             weather
             ,
             is
             much
             refreshed
             by
             resting
             himself
             under
             the
             shaddow
             of
             a
             broad
             Tree
             ,
             and
             full
             of
             leaves
             ,
             (
             in
             which
             respect
             this
             Comparison
             is
             much
             used
             .
             )
             so
             have
             I
             ,
             in
             the
             heat
             of
             all
             my
             afflictions
             and
             temptations
             ,
             found
             my self
             much
             refreshed
             and
             comforted
             ,
             by
             resting
             and
             reposing
             my self
             by
             faith
             under
             my
             Beloved
             ,
             Mat.
             11.
             28.
             
             
               [
               and
               his
               fruit
               was
               sweet
               to
               my
               taste
               ,
               ]
            
             yea
             ,
             I
             have
             also
             tasted
             more
             sweetness
             in
             him
             ,
             then
             in
             the
             most
             delicate
             fruit
             ,
             that
             ever
             Tree
             bore
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             4.
             
             
               He
               brought
               me
               to
               the
               Banqueting
               house
               ]
            
             He
             of
             his
             free
             love
             ,
             and
             by
             his
             mighty
             power
             ,
             
             (
             2
             Tim.
             1.
             9.
             
             Io.
             6.
             44.
             brought
             me
             to
             his
             house
             ,
             even
             to
             the
             place
             where
             I
             might
             enjoy
             the
             comfort
             of
             his
             Ordinances
             ,
             where
             he
             feasteth
             his
             Saints
             ,
             and
             satisfyeth
             them
             with
             the
             comforts
             of
             his
             word
             and
             Spirit
             ,
             Ps.
             65.
             4.
             
             Isa.
             25.
             6.
             
             
               [
               and
               his
               banner
               over
               me
               was
               love
               ,
               ]
               Heb.
            
             his
             love
             over
             me
             a
             banner
             ,
             that
             whereby
             he
             draweth
             me
             ,
             and
             all
             my
             company
             ,
             as
             his
             spiritual
             Soldiers
             together
             unto
             himself
             ,
             as
             to
             our
             Captain
             and
             Head
             ,
             and
             whereby
             also
             he
             keeps
             us
             close
             unto
             him
             ,
             (
             which
             is
             the
             cheif
             use
             of
             Banners
             ,
             Ier.
             4.
             5
             ,
             6.
             
             Isa.
             11.
             12.
             
             )
             was
             his
             love
             ,
             2
             Cor.
             5.
             20.
             1
             
             Io.
             4.
             19.
             
          
           
             Ver.
             5.
             
             
               Stay
               me
               with
               Flagons
               ,
               and
               comfort
               me
               with
               Apples
               ,
               ]
            
             Comfort
             and
             keep
             me
             from
             fainting
             (
             O
             ye
             my
             faithful
             Servants
             and
             Ministers
             )
             by
             applying
             to
             me
             the
             sweet
             and
             comfortable
             promises
             of
             the
             Gospel
             ,
             which
             are
             as
             the
             purest
             to
             
             me
             ,
             Psa.
             104.
             15.
             effectual
             to
             cheer
             and
             make
             glad
             the
             heart
             ,
             Isa.
             25.
             6.
             and
             55.
             1.
             
             And
             as
             the
             Apples
             that
             yield
             the
             delicatest
             scent
             or
             taste
             to
             refresh
             the
             spirits
             :
             
               [
               for
               I
               am
               sick
               of
               Love
               ,
               ]
            
             for
             the
             love
             I
             bear
             to
             my
             Lord
             and
             Saviour
             ,
             troubleth
             and
             disquieteth
             me
             ,
             that
             I
             do
             no
             more
             fully
             enjoy
             him
             .
             2
             Cor.
             5.
             2.
             4.
             8.
             
          
           
             Ver.
             6.
             
             
               His
               left
               hand
               is
               under
               my
               head
               ,
               and
               his
               right
               hand
               doth
               imbrace
               me
               .
               ]
            
             He
             ,
             (
             my
             beloved
             Lord
             and
             Saviour
             ,
             )
             and
             he
             only
             supporteth
             me
             ,
             in
             these
             my
             spiritual
             faintings
             ,
             putting
             his
             hand
             under
             me
             ,
             Ps.
             37.
             24.
             
               and
               by
               his
               peace
               which
               passeth
               all
               understanding
               ,
               keeps
               and
               upholds
               my
               heart
               and
               mind
               ,
            
             Phil.
             4.
             7.
             
          
           
             Ver.
             7.
             
             
               I
               charge
               you
               ,
               O
               ye
               Daughters
               of
               Ierusalem
               ,
               ]
            
             I
             do
             in
             most
             earnest
             manner
             require
             you
             ,
             that
             profess
             your selves
             members
             of
             the
             Visible
             Church
             ,
             
               [
               by
               the
               Roes
               ,
               and
               by
            
             
             
               the
               Hindes
               of
               the
               field
               ,
               ]
            
             by
             whatsoever
             you
             take
             most
             delight
             and
             pleasure
             in
             ,
             
               [
               that
               you
               stir
               not
               up
               ,
               nor
               awake
               my
               Love
               till
               he
               please
               .
               ]
            
             That
             you
             do
             no
             way
             by
             the
             least
             provocation
             disquiet
             ,
             or
             interrupt
             the
             sweet
             peace
             I
             enjoy
             in
             my
             sweet
             Saviour
             ,
             so
             long
             as
             he
             shall
             be
             pleased
             in
             his
             mercy
             to
             continue
             it
             to
             me
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             8.
             
             
               The
               voice
               of
               my
               Beloved
            
             ]
             I
             do
             evidently
             discern
             in
             the
             Ministry
             of
             his
             word
             ,
             the
             voice
             of
             my
             Lord
             and
             Saviour
             calling
             upon
             me
             ,
             and
             speaking
             to
             my
             heart
             ,
             Io.
             10.
             4
             ,
             5
             ,
             27.
             and
             6.
             45.
             
             
               [
               He
               cometh
               leaping
               upon
               ,
               or
               over
               the
               Mountains
               ,
               skipping
               upon
               ,
               or
               over
               the
               Hills
               ,
               or
               Hillocks
               .
               ]
            
             He
             also
             cometh
             towards
             me
             ,
             and
             draweth
             near
             unto
             me
             ,
             to
             comfort
             me
             ,
             with
             the
             sence
             of
             his
             gratious
             presence
             ,
             Ia.
             4.
             8.
             
             Rev.
             3.
             20.
             
             Yea
             ,
             he
             cometh
             speedily
             ,
             and
             will
             not
             be
             letted
             ,
             either
             by
             my
             grosser
             sins
             ,
             (
             like
             Mountains
             )
             which
             
             I
             in
             times
             past
             have
             committed
             ,
             and
             have
             now
             repented
             of
             ,
             or
             by
             my
             daily
             slips
             and
             infirmities
             ,
             like
             Hillocks
             ,
             Psa.
             32.
             5.
             
             Isa.
             1.
             18.
             
             Rom.
             8.
             35
             ,
             39.
             
          
           
             Ver.
             9.
             
             
               My
               Beloved
               is
               like
               a
               Roe
               ,
               or
               young
               Hart.
               ]
            
             Yea
             ,
             in
             this
             his
             readiness
             and
             swiftness
             to
             come
             to
             me
             ,
             and
             shew
             himself
             present
             with
             me
             ,
             for
             my
             comfort
             in
             all
             my
             distresses
             ,
             he
             is
             like
             unto
             the
             Roe
             or
             young
             Hart
             ,
             Heb.
             10.
             37.
             
             
               [
               Behold
               he
               standeth
               behind
               our
               wall
               ,
               he
               looketh
               forth
               at
               the
               Windows
               ,
               shewing
               himself
               through
               the
               Lettice
               .
               ]
            
             Yet
             doth
             he
             not
             in
             this
             life
             fully
             and
             clearly
             manifest
             himself
             to
             me
             ,
             but
             by
             degrees
             so
             far
             as
             he
             shall
             see
             fit
             and
             expedient
             ,
             more
             darkly
             and
             obscurely
             under
             the
             Law
             ,
             and
             more
             evidently
             and
             comfortably
             under
             the
             Gospel
             ,
             1
             Cor.
             13.
             9
             ,
             12.
             2
             
             Cor.
             3.
             18.
             
          
           
             Ver.
             10.
             
             
               My
               Beloved
               spake
               and
               said
               unto
               me
               ,
               ]
            
             I
             heard
             him
             speaking
             
             unto
             me
             in
             the
             Ministry
             of
             his
             Word
             ,
             and
             calling
             upon
             me
             ,
             
               [
               Rise
               up
               my
               Love
               ,
               my
               fair
               one
               ,
               and
               come
               away
               :
               ]
            
             awake
             and
             rowze
             up
             thy self
             ,
             O
             thou
             who
             notwithstanding
             all
             thy
             weakness
             art
             dear
             unto
             me
             ,
             and
             beautiful
             in
             mine
             eyes
             ,
             )
             out
             of
             thy
             carnal
             security
             ,
             and
             resting
             too
             much
             in
             outward
             things
             ,
             and
             set
             thine
             affections
             more
             upon
             Heaven
             ;
             things
             that
             are
             above
             ,
             Eph.
             5.
             14.
             
             Col.
             3.
             1
             ,
             2.
             
          
           
             Ver
             11.
             
             
               For
               loe
               the
               Winter
               is
               past
               ,
               and
               the
               Rain
               is
               over
               and
               gone
               .
               ]
            
             For
             ,
             consider
             well
             the
             change
             ,
             which
             the
             Lord
             hath
             wrought
             in
             the
             estate
             ,
             wherein
             thou
             wert
             before
             ;
             thy
             calling
             which
             was
             like
             the
             Winter
             ,
             uncomfortable
             ,
             nnd
             unfruitful
             ,
             is
             now
             past
             and
             gone
             :
             thou
             art
             
               not
               under
               the
               Law
               ,
               but
               under
               grace
               ,
            
             Eph.
             2.
             11
             ,
             13.
             and
             5.
             8.
             
             Ro.
             6.
             15
             ,
             17.
             
          
           
             Ver.
             12.
             
             
               The
               Flowers
               appear
               in
               the
               Earth
               ,
               the
               time
               of
               the
               singing
               of
               Birds
               is
               come
               ,
               the
               voice
               of
               the
               Turtle
            
             
             
               is
               heard
               in
               our
               Land.
            
             ]
             Being
             now
             in
             the
             state
             of
             Grace
             ,
             fruitful
             unto
             God
             ,
             bearing
             such
             fruits
             ,
             as
             are
             most
             pleasant
             and
             delightsom
             unto
             him
             through
             me
             ,
             Phil.
             1.
             11.
             1
             
             Pet.
             2.
             5.
             
             Yea
             ,
             art
             able
             to
             rejoice
             in
             the
             Lord
             ,
             and
             to
             sing
             praises
             unto
             him
             ,
             Eph.
             5.
             19.
             
             Yea
             ,
             thy
             voice
             (
             which
             art
             as
             a
             chast
             Turtle
             ,
             true
             and
             Constant
             in
             in
             thy
             love
             to
             me
             )
             is
             heard
             in
             prayers
             and
             supplications
             unto
             God
             ,
             and
             by
             his
             spirit
             thou
             cryest
             Abba
             Father
             ,
             unto
             him
             ,
             Rom.
             8.
             15.
             
          
           
             Ver.
             13.
             
             
               The
               Fig-tree
               putteth
               forth
               her
               green
               Figs
               ,
               and
               the
               Vines
               ,
               with
               the
               tender
               grapes
               ,
               give
               a
               good
               smell
               .
               ]
            
             As
             when
             the
             Fig-tree
             putteth
             forth
             ,
             not
             her
             leaves
             only
             ,
             but
             her
             green
             Figs
             ,
             and
             the
             Vine
             her
             young
             grapes
             ,
             it
             s
             an
             evident
             sign
             that
             winter
             is
             gone
             ,
             and
             that
             Summer
             is
             at
             hand
             ,
             and
             even
             begun
             ,
             Mat.
             24.
             32.
             
             So
             is
             this
             a
             good
             evidence
             ,
             that
             the
             Winter
             of
             thy
             Natural
             estate
             is
             past
             with
             
             thee
             ,
             and
             that
             thou
             art
             now
             in
             the
             state
             of
             Grace
             ,
             that
             thou
             begins
             to
             be
             fruitful
             to
             God
             ,
             Io.
             15.
             4.
             
             And
             though
             these
             fruits
             of
             the
             Spirit
             which
             thou
             bringest
             forth
             ,
             be
             yet
             but
             small
             ,
             tender
             ,
             and
             young
             (
             even
             the
             first
             fruits
             of
             the
             Spirit
             ,
             )
             in
             comparison
             of
             what
             they
             shall
             be
             in
             Heaven
             ,
             when
             thy
             Sanctification
             shall
             be
             perfected
             ,
             Rom.
             8.
             22.
             1
             
             Cor.
             13.
             9.
             10
             ,
             12.
             yet
             is
             it
             such
             Fruit
             that
             thou
             bearest
             ,
             as
             my
             Father
             counts
             himself
             greatly
             delighted
             in
             ,
             and
             benefited
             by
             ,
             
               (
               as
               men
               do
               by
               the
               Fruit
               of
               the
               Vine
               and
               Fig-tree
               )
            
             and
             as
             may
             give
             thee
             assurance
             that
             he
             will
             bring
             thee
             to
             full
             ripeness
             and
             perfection
             in
             his
             Kingdom
             ,
             Io.
             15.
             2.
             
             Phil.
             1.
             16.
             and
             therefore
             seeing
             the
             Summer
             is
             so
             near
             ,
             when
             thy
             Fruit
             shall
             be
             fully
             ripe
             ,
             seeing
             thy
             Salvation
             is
             nearer
             ,
             then
             when
             first
             thou
             believedst
             ,
             Rom.
             13.
             11.
             12.
             
             
               [
               arise
               my
               love
               ,
               my
               fair
               one
               ,
               and
               come
               away
               ]
            
             shake
             of
             
             all
             carnal
             security
             ,
             and
             love
             to
             earthly
             things
             ,
             (
             O
             thou
             that
             art
             so
             dear
             unto
             me
             ,
             and
             so
             beautiful
             in
             mine
             eyes
             )
             and
             set
             thy
             affections
             upon
             Heaven
             ,
             where
             I
             am
             ,
             and
             where
             thou
             shalt
             fully
             enjoy
             my
             presence
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             14.
             
             
               O
               my
               Dove
               ,
            
             ]
             O
             my
             beloved
             Spouse
             ,
             who
             among
             all
             others
             ,
             thy
             virtues
             excellest
             in
             this
             ,
             that
             thou
             art
             true
             and
             faithful
             in
             thy
             love
             to
             me
             ,
             and
             will
             not
             in
             any
             false
             worship
             bestow
             thy
             love
             upon
             any
             other
             ,
             Ex.
             20.
             6.
             
             
               [
               that
               art
               in
               the
               clefts
               of
               the
               Rock
               ,
               in
               the
               secret
               places
               of
               the
               Stairs
               ,
               ]
            
             that
             (
             as
             the
             timerous
             Dove
             in
             such
             places
             ,
             as
             no
             Kite
             or
             Hawke
             can
             have
             access
             unto
             ,
             )
             art
             safely
             hidden
             with
             God
             ,
             in
             the
             unchangeableness
             of
             his
             secret
             Council
             ,
             concerning
             thy
             Election
             ,
             and
             under
             the
             protection
             of
             his
             Almighty
             power
             ,
             Col.
             3.
             3.
             
             Psa.
             27.
             5.
             and
             31.
             20.
             and
             91.
             1.
             
             
               [
               Let
               me
               see
               thy
               Countenance
               ,
               let
               me
               hear
               thy
               voice
               ,
               ]
            
             
             Come
             and
             resort
             often
             to
             me
             in
             mine
             house
             ,
             in
             the
             use
             of
             my
             Ordinances
             ,
             and
             ply
             me
             with
             thy
             Prayers
             ,
             Heb.
             4.
             16.
             and
             10.
             22.
             
             
               [
               for
               sweet
               is
               thy
               voice
               ,
               ]
            
             I
             take
             great
             delight
             in
             thy
             prayers
             ,
             Pro.
             15.
             8.
             
             
               [
               And
               thy
               Countenance
               is
               comely
               ,
               ]
            
             thou
             art
             amiable
             unto
             me
             ,
             and
             I
             delight
             to
             behold
             thee
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             15.
             
             
               Take
               us
               the
               Foxes
               ,
               the
               little
               Foxes
               ,
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             Rouze
             up
             thy self
             out
             of
             thy
             security
             ,
             and
             come
             away
             ,
             (
             as
             ver
             .
             10.
             13.
             
             )
             exercise
             thy self
             ,
             in
             my
             spiritual
             Hunting
             ,
             and
             even
             in
             the
             Hunting
             and
             taking
             the
             Foxes
             ,
             such
             as
             either
             by
             false
             or
             unsound
             doctrine
             ,
             and
             bringing
             in
             corruption
             of
             manners
             ,
             do
             subtilly
             and
             closely
             ,
             (
             the
             one
             by
             great
             shews
             of
             Truth
             and
             Holiness
             ,
             the
             other
             by
             urging
             or
             pleading
             the
             liberty
             of
             Christians
             ,
             may
             take
             in
             indifferent
             things
             ,
             )
             
               [
               that
               spoil
               the
               Vines
               ,
               ]
            
             that
             seduce
             and
             corrupt
             the
             People
             of
             God
             ,
             
             12.
             15
             :
             
               [
               for
               our
               Vines
               have
               tender
               Grapes
               ,
               ]
            
             for
             the
             Gospel
             begins
             to
             prosper
             and
             become
             fruitful
             ,
             which
             will
             provoke
             Satans
             malice
             ,
             and
             move
             him
             to
             use
             his
             uttermost
             indeavours
             to
             hinder
             the
             growth
             of
             it
             ,
             Mat.
             13.
             24
             ,
             25.
             
             Yet
             is
             the
             Fruit
             but
             young
             and
             tender
             ,
             my
             people
             are
             yet
             but
             weak
             in
             the
             faith
             ,
             and
             therefore
             in
             great
             danger
             to
             take
             hurt
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             16.
             
             
               My
               beloved
               is
               mine
               ,
               and
               I
               am
               his
               ,
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             these
             gratious
             invitations
             of
             my
             Lord
             and
             Saviour
             ,
             do
             quicken
             and
             revive
             my
             Faith
             ;
             wherefore
             I
             am
             feelingly
             and
             comfortably
             assured
             ,
             that
             he
             himself
             ,
             and
             all
             that
             he
             shall
             do
             ,
             and
             suffered
             for
             his
             Elect
             ,
             with
             all
             the
             merit
             thereof
             ,
             is
             wholly
             mine
             ,
             1
             Cor.
             1.
             30.
             
             Io.
             20.
             28.
             
             Gal.
             2.
             20.
             and
             I
             am
             wholly
             his
             ,
             given
             to
             him
             in
             the
             eternal
             Election
             of
             his
             Father
             ,
             redeemed
             by
             him
             ;
             wholly
             at
             his
             command
             ,
             guidance
             
             and
             governance
             ,
             Psa.
             116.
             16.
             and
             119.
             94.
             
             
               [
               he
               feedeth
               among
               the
               Lillies
               ,
               ]
            
             he
             who
             is
             the
             true
             ,
             careful
             ,
             and
             painful
             Shepherd
             of
             
               Israel
               ,
               (
               Psal.
            
             23.
             1.
             and
             80.
             1.
             
             Io.
             10.
             )
             Feedeth
             his
             flock
             not
             in
             a
             barren
             Wilderness
             ,
             but
             in
             a
             most
             fruitful
             and
             pleasant
             place
             ;
             for
             so
             is
             the
             House
             of
             God
             ,
             (
             the
             place
             where
             his
             People
             feed
             upon
             his
             holy
             Ordinances
             )
             called
             ,
             Psa
             36.
             8.
             and
             81.
             1.
             
          
           
             Ver.
             17.
             
             
               Until
               the
               day
               break
               ,
               and
               the
               shaddows
               fly
               away
               ,
               turn
               my
               Beloved
               ,
               ]
            
             O
             my
             dear
             Lord
             and
             Saviour
             ,
             leave
             me
             not
             while
             I
             remain
             in
             this
             Vale
             of
             misery
             ,
             which
             is
             so
             full
             of
             the
             darkness
             and
             shaddows
             of
             sin
             ,
             ignorance
             ,
             temptation
             and
             affliction
             ;
             but
             be
             ever
             gratiously
             present
             with
             me
             to
             assist
             and
             comfort
             me
             ,
             even
             till
             the
             day
             come
             ,
             when
             our
             marriage
             shall
             be
             consummate
             ,
             and
             I
             shall
             fully
             enjoy
             thee
             ,
             and
             see
             thee
             as
             thou
             art
             ,
             1
             Cor.
             13.
             12.
             1
             
             Io.
             3.
             2.
             which
             is
             
             called
             the
             Morning
             ,
             Psa.
             49.
             ver
             .
             14.
             
             
               [
               And
               be
               thou
               like
               a
               Roe
               ,
               or
               young
               Hart
               by
               the
               Mountains
               of
            
             Bether
             ,
             ]
             yea
             come
             thou
             unto
             me
             in
             all
             my
             necessities
             speedily
             ,
             and
             without
             delay
             ,
             Psa.
             70.
             1
             ,
             5.
             
          
        
         
           
             Chap.
             III.
             
          
           
             Ver.
             1.
             
             
               BY
               night
               on
               my
               Bed
               ,
               I
               sought
               him
               whom
               my
               Soul
               loved
               ,
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             My
             Lord
             and
             Saviour
             (
             whom
             I
             do
             love
             unfainedly
             ,
             and
             above
             all
             other
             things
             )
             having
             (
             in
             my
             sence
             and
             feeling
             ,
             )
             with-drawn
             himself
             from
             me
             ,
             I
             sought
             earnestly
             ,
             and
             laboured
             to
             recover
             my
             comfort
             in
             ,
             by
             serious
             meditations
             and
             tryal
             of
             mine
             own
             heart
             ,
             and
             crying
             ùnto
             him
             upon
             my
             bed
             in
             the
             night
             ,
             when
             I
             was
             most
             
             free
             from
             all
             other
             distractions
             ,
             Psal
             :
             4.
             4.
             and
             77.
             2
             ,
             3.
             but
             could
             not
             find
             him
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             2.
             
             
               I
               will
               rise
               now
               ,
               and
               go
               about
               the
               City
               in
               the
               streets
               ;
               and
               in
               the
               broad
               wayes
               ,
               I
               will
               seek
               him
               whom
               my
               Soul
               loveth
               ,
               ]
            
             I
             then
             resolved
             with
             my self
             to
             spare
             no
             pains
             ,
             or
             endeavour
             ,
             whereby
             I
             might
             recover
             my
             comfort
             ,
             and
             therefore
             to
             go
             abroad
             ,
             and
             use
             the
             help
             of
             others
             ,
             whose
             knowledge
             and
             experience
             might
             be
             better
             then
             mine
             own
             .
             And
             that
             which
             moved
             me
             to
             take
             this
             pains
             ,
             to
             seek
             my
             Lord
             and
             Saviour
             ,
             and
             to
             recover
             the
             comfort
             and
             feeling
             of
             his
             gratious
             presence
             ,
             was
             the
             truth
             and
             unfainedness
             of
             my
             Love
             to
             him
             ,
             1
             Thes.
             1.
             3.
             
             Heb.
             6.
             10.
             
             
               [
               I
               sought
               him
               ,
               but
               I
               found
               him
               not
               ,
               ]
            
             Though
             by
             this
             means
             also
             ,
             I
             sought
             him
             earnestly
             ,
             making
             the
             best
             use
             of
             the
             conference
             and
             prayers
             of
             such
             as
             I
             could
             meet
             withal
             ,
             yet
             
             neither
             could
             I
             this
             way
             recover
             my
             comfort
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             3.
             
             
               The
               Watchmen
               that
               go
               about
               the
               City
               found
               me
               ,
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             At
             length
             ,
             while
             I
             was
             thus
             seeking
             for
             my
             beloved
             ,
             the
             Pastors
             and
             Governours
             of
             the
             Church
             ,
             whom
             the
             Lord
             hath
             appointed
             to
             be
             as
             Watchmen
             to
             this
             Citty
             ,
             Isa.
             62.
             6.
             
             Ez.
             3.
             17.
             and
             who
             go
             about
             ,
             and
             diligently
             look
             into
             the
             Estate
             of
             all
             Gods
             people
             committed
             to
             their
             charge
             ,
             Act.
             20.
             20
             ,
             31.
             
               [
               found
               me
            
             ]
             came
             to
             enquire
             into
             mine
             Estate
             ,
             
               [
               to
               whom
               I
               said
               ,
               saw
               yee
               him
               whom
               my
               Soul
               loveth
               ,
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             my
             heart
             was
             so
             full
             ,
             that
             I
             stayed
             not
             till
             they
             questioned
             or
             demanded
             any
             thing
             of
             me
             ,
             but
             I
             required
             of
             them
             ,
             and
             sought
             help
             of
             them
             to
             recover
             my
             comfort
             ,
             in
             my
             Lord
             and
             Saviour
             :
             and
             could
             not
             conceal
             from
             them
             ,
             the
             unfeigned
             and
             fervent
             love
             my
             my
             Soul
             bore
             unto
             him
             .
          
           
           
             Ver.
             4.
             
             
               It
               was
               but
               a
               little
               ,
               that
               I
               passed
               from
               them
               ,
               but
               I
               found
               him
               whom
               my
               Soul
               loveth
               ,
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             Though
             while
             I
             was
             with
             the
             Watchmen
             ,
             and
             faithful
             Ministers
             of
             the
             Lord
             ,
             and
             enjoyed
             Gods
             Ordinances
             in
             their
             Ministry
             ,
             I
             seemed
             in
             my
             own
             feeling
             ,
             to
             receive
             no
             benefit
             by
             it
             ,
             yet
             within
             a
             while
             after
             I
             did
             :
             I
             lost
             not
             my
             labour
             in
             seeking
             and
             using
             all
             Gods
             means
             ,
             for
             I
             recovered
             the
             comfort
             which
             I
             had
             lost
             ,
             I
             found
             and
             felt
             the
             gracious
             presence
             of
             my
             Lord
             and
             Saviour
             ,
             whom
             my
             Soul
             dearly
             and
             unfeignedly
             loveth
             ,
             
               [
               I
               held
               him
               ,
               and
               would
               not
               let
               him
               go
               ,
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             The
             great
             vexation
             of
             Spirit
             ,
             that
             I
             found
             all
             the
             while
             that
             I
             thought
             him
             to
             be
             absent
             from
             me
             ,
             made
             me
             more
             highly
             to
             prize
             him
             ,
             and
             to
             lay
             the
             faster
             hold
             on
             him
             ,
             by
             renewing
             my
             faith
             ,
             to
             make
             him
             the
             more
             sure
             unto
             my self
             ,
             and
             to
             resolve
             with
             my self
             ,
             that
             I
             would
             never
             ,
             
             through
             my
             carnal
             security
             ,
             or
             any
             other
             sin
             lose
             him
             again
             ,
             nor
             deprive
             my self
             of
             the
             comfort
             I
             found
             in
             him
             ,
             
               [
               until
               I
               brought
               him
               into
               my
               Mothers
               house
               ,
               and
               into
               the
               Chamber
               of
               her
               that
               conceived
               me
               ,
               ]
            
             until
             ,
             (
             in
             the
             publick
             assembly
             ,
             where
             I
             was
             regenerate
             by
             the
             immortal
             seed
             ,
             )
             I
             had
             testifyed
             my
             Love
             to
             him
             ,
             and
             my
             thankfulness
             for
             this
             great
             mercy
             I
             had
             received
             in
             the
             recovering
             of
             my
             comfort
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             5.
             
             
               I
               charge
               yee
               O
               yee
               Daughters
               of
               Ierusalem
               ,
               ]
            
             See
             Cap.
             2.
             7
             ,
             9.
             
               q.
               d.
            
             Now
             I
             have
             found
             him
             again
             and
             recovered
             his
             sweet
             peace
             and
             comfort
             that
             I
             have
             in
             him
             ,
             take
             heed
             you
             do
             by
             no
             means
             interrupt
             it
             ,
             for
             it
             's
             long
             of
             our selves
             ,
             if
             at
             any
             time
             we
             be
             deprived
             of
             it
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             6.
             
             
               Who
               is
               this
               that
               cometh
               out
               of
               the
               Wilderness
               ,
               like
               Pillars
               of
               smoak
               ,
               perfumed
               with
               Mirrhe
               and
               Frankinsense
               ,
               with
               all
               powders
               of
               the
            
             
             
               Merchant
               ?
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             Who
             is
             this
             ?
             and
             how
             unknown
             for
             her
             worth
             and
             excellency
             to
             the
             World
             ,
             1
             Iohn
             3.
             1.
             that
             forsaking
             in
             her
             affliction
             ,
             and
             leaving
             this
             world
             ,
             which
             is
             as
             barren
             of
             any
             vertue
             or
             piety
             ,
             as
             any
             Wilderness
             ,
             
               (
               Isa.
            
             40.
             )
             aspireth
             and
             mounteth
             up
             in
             her
             desires
             towards
             Heaven
             ;
             which
             desires
             of
             hers
             ,
             are
             as
             sweet
             ,
             and
             acceptable
             unto
             me
             ,
             as
             the
             sweetest
             incense
             and
             perfumes
             that
             are
             in
             the
             World
             ?
             2
             Cor.
             5.
             1
             ,
             4.
             
          
           
             Ver.
             7.
             
             
               Behold
               his
               Bed
               ,
               which
               is
               Solomons
               ,
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             Is
             it
             marvail
             my
             dear
             Lord
             ,
             though
             my
             desires
             and
             affections
             ,
             be
             thus
             carried
             up
             towards
             Heaven
             ,
             there
             is
             thy
             Bed
             ,
             the
             place
             where
             I
             shall
             ever
             enjoy
             thy
             company
             ,
             and
             solace
             my self
             in
             thy
             love
             ?
             2
             Cor.
             5
             ,
             6
             ,
             8.
             
             Phil.
             1
             23.
             
             Thes.
             4.
             17.
             
             Who
             as
             thou
             art
             indeed
             the
             true
             Solomon
             ,
             so
             thy
             Bed
             doth
             far
             exceed
             in
             glory
             and
             delight
             ,
             the
             bed
             
             of
             Solomon
             ,
             though
             it
             were
             very
             glorious
             ,
             
               [
               threescore
               valiant
               men
               are
               about
               it
               ,
               of
               the
               valiant
               of
               Israel
               ,
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             Though
             Solomons
             bed
             was
             so
             guarded
             by
             threescore
             of
             the
             choicest
             for
             valour
             of
             all
             Israel
             ,
             yet
             is
             thy
             bed
             (
             O
             my
             Lord
             and
             Saviour
             )
             far
             more
             glorious
             ,
             for
             it
             is
             attended
             with
             20000
             of
             Angels
             ,
             whereof
             every
             one
             excelleth
             in
             strength
             the
             mightiest
             host
             of
             men
             ,
             Psal.
             68.
             17.
             
             Dan.
             7.
             11.
             
             Psa.
             103.
             20.
             
             Isa.
             37.
             36.
             
          
           
             Ver.
             8.
             
             
               They
               all
               hold
               swords
               ,
               being
               expert
               in
               War
               ,
               every
               man
               hath
               his
               sword
               upon
               his
               thigh
               ,
               because
               of
               fear
               in
               the
               night
               ,
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             And
             as
             the
             valiant
             men
             that
             guard
             Solomons
             bed
             ,
             were
             ever
             ready
             with
             their
             Weapons
             to
             defend
             him
             ,
             from
             any
             treason
             that
             might
             any
             way
             be
             attempted
             against
             him
             in
             the
             night
             ,
             so
             are
             those
             glorious
             and
             mighty
             Angels
             that
             attend
             the
             bed
             and
             throne
             of
             my
             Lord
             and
             King
             ,
             ever
             ready
             prest
             to
             do
             his
             will
             ,
             
             and
             use
             all
             their
             strength
             and
             wisdome
             in
             his
             service
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             9.
             
             
               King
               Solomon
               made
               himself
               a
               Chariot
               (
               or
               Bride-bed
               )
               of
               the
               wood
               of
               Lebanon
               ,
               ]
               q.
               d.
               Solomons
            
             stately
             bride-bed
             ,
             was
             made
             of
             the
             goodly
             Cedars
             that
             grew
             in
             Lebanon
             ,
             which
             was
             a
             very
             durable
             wood
             ;
             but
             this
             bed
             that
             I
             speak
             of
             ,
             this
             bed
             of
             my
             Lord
             and
             King
             ,
             is
             far
             more
             durable
             ,
             and
             shall
             never
             decay
             ,
             Heb.
             11.
             10.
             2
             
             Cor.
             5.
             1.
             
          
           
             Ver.
             10.
             
             
               He
               made
               the
               pillars
               thereof
               of
               Silver
               ,
               the
               bottom
               thereof
               of
               Gold
               ,
               the
               covering
               of
               it
               of
               Purple
               ,
               the
               midst
               thereof
               being
               paved
               with
               Love
               ,
               for
               (
               or
               of
               )
               the
               Daughters
               of
               Ierusalem
               ,
               ]
               Solomons
            
             bride-bed
             was
             indeed
             very
             rich
             ,
             having
             pillars
             of
             Silver
             ,
             the
             bottom
             of
             Gold
             ,
             the
             covering
             of
             Purple
             ,
             all
             embroidered
             ,
             as
             it
             were
             in
             the
             midst
             paved
             with
             needle-work
             ,
             which
             the
             daughters
             of
             Ierusalem
             ,
             out
             of
             their
             love
             and
             duty
             
             wrought
             for
             him
             :
             but
             those
             heavenly
             mantions
             wherein
             I
             shall
             ,
             as
             in
             his
             bride-bed
             ,
             continually
             rest
             with
             my
             Lord
             and
             Saviour
             ,
             doth
             beyond
             all
             comparison
             ,
             excell
             it
             in
             riches
             and
             glory
             ,
             Rev.
             21
             ,
             11
             ,
             18
             ,
             24.
             
          
           
             Ver.
             11.
             
             
               Go
               forth
               O
               ye
               daughters
               of
               Zion
               ,
               and
               behold
               King
               Solomon
               with
               the
               Crown
               ,
               wherewith
               his
               Mother
               crowned
               him
               in
               the
               daies
               of
               his
               espousals
               ,
               and
               in
               the
               day
               of
               the
               gladness
               of
               his
               heart
               ,
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             O
             ye
             members
             of
             the
             visible
             Church
             that
             live
             in
             Zion
             ,
             go
             forth
             of
             your
             houses
             ,
             and
             behold
             King
             Solomon
             riding
             in
             his
             Princely
             Chariot
             through
             Ierusalem
             ,
             in
             great
             state
             and
             glory
             ,
             having
             on
             the
             Crown
             which
             his
             Mother
             bestowed
             upon
             him
             ,
             in
             the
             day
             of
             his
             contract
             ,
             which
             was
             the
             day
             of
             his
             greatest
             joy
             ;
             and
             consider
             that
             all
             the
             glory
             of
             Solomon
             ,
             was
             but
             a
             Type
             and
             representation
             of
             the
             glory
             and
             Royal
             Majestie
             of
             my
             Lord
             
             and
             Saviour
             ,
             Hebrews
             2.
             7.
             
             Rev.
             19.
             13.
             
          
        
         
           
             Chap.
             IV.
             
          
           
             Ver.
             1.
             
             
               BEhold
               thou
               art
               fair
               my
               love
               ,
               behold
               thou
               art
               fair
               ,
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             Surely
             O
             my
             Spouse
             ,
             whom
             I
             dearly
             love
             ,
             thou
             art
             in
             my
             eye
             ,
             and
             estimation
             ,
             admirably
             fair
             and
             beautiful
             ,
             both
             in
             respect
             of
             that
             perfect
             holiness
             and
             righteousness
             of
             mine
             ,
             which
             is
             imputed
             unto
             thee
             ,
             and
             put
             upon
             thee
             ;
             as
             also
             of
             the
             excellent
             graces
             of
             my
             sanctifying
             spirit
             ,
             that
             are
             inherent
             in
             thee
             ,
             
               [
               thou
               hast
               Doves
               eyes
               ,
               ]
            
             thy
             Teachers
             and
             Ministers
             ,
             whom
             I
             have
             set
             to
             be
             as
             thine
             eyes
             ,
             to
             guide
             and
             direct
             thee
             ,
             are
             not
             only
             for
             their
             sharpness
             of
             sight
             ,
             their
             understanding
             and
             knowledg
             ,
             like
             unto
             the
             eyes
             of
             the
             Fowle
             ,
             but
             also
             for
             their
             chastity
             and
             
             care
             to
             maintain
             the
             purity
             of
             my
             Religion
             and
             Worship
             ,
             not
             casting
             their
             eyes
             upon
             any
             Idol
             ,
             or
             false
             Worship
             ,
             
               [
               Within
               thy
               locks
            
             ]
             This
             sharpness
             of
             spiritual
             sight
             and
             understanding
             ,
             this
             sincerity
             and
             purity
             of
             thy
             Teachers
             ,
             is
             well
             discerned
             by
             me
             ,
             though
             it
             be
             as
             it
             were
             somewhat
             covered
             ,
             and
             obscured
             by
             the
             weakness
             and
             contemptible
             estate
             of
             the
             multitude
             of
             Believers
             ,
             (
             as
             it
             were
             with
             thine
             hair
             hanging
             over
             thine
             eyes
             ,
             )
             do
             follow
             them
             ,
             and
             depend
             upon
             them
             ,
             Io.
             7.
             48
             ,
             49.
             
             
               [
               Thy
               hair
               is
               as
               a
               flock
               of
               Goats
               ,
               that
               appear
               from
               mount
               Gilead
               ,
               ]
            
             That
             multitude
             of
             Believers
             that
             are
             in
             thee
             ,
             howsoever
             they
             be
             contemptible
             ,
             and
             obscure
             thy
             beauty
             in
             the
             eyes
             of
             worldly
             men
             ;
             yet
             to
             me
             they
             are
             both
             for
             their
             number
             ,
             and
             their
             spiritual
             comeliness
             ,
             and
             the
             goodly
             graces
             of
             my
             spirit
             ,
             which
             I
             discern
             in
             them
             ,
             like
             to
             a
             
             flock
             of
             Goats
             ,
             that
             feeding
             upon
             Mount
             Gilead
             ,
             are
             both
             fat
             and
             flourishing
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             2.
             
             
               Thy
               teeth
               are
               like
               a
               flock
               of
               sheep
               that
               are
               even
               shorn
               ,
               which
               come
               up
               from
               the
               washing
               ,
               whereof
               every
               one
               beareth
               twins
               ,
               and
               none
               is
               barren
               amongst
               them
               ]
            
             The
             Teachers
             (
             who
             in
             respect
             of
             their
             chief
             work
             ,
             to
             prepare
             and
             chew
             (
             as
             it
             were
             )
             the
             food
             of
             life
             for
             thy
             little
             ones
             ,
             and
             of
             that
             bony
             strength
             and
             courage
             ,
             to
             endure
             and
             overcome
             the
             mighty
             oppressions
             they
             continually
             meet
             withall
             ,
             are
             fitly
             compared
             unto
             teeth
             ,
             )
             are
             like
             unto
             a
             flock
             of
             Sheep
             ,
             depending
             wholly
             ,
             and
             following
             the
             direction
             of
             me
             the
             great
             Sheapherd
             ,
             and
             joyning
             together
             for
             the
             mutual
             strength
             ,
             and
             comfort
             ,
             in
             a
             holy
             concord
             and
             association
             .
             Yea
             ,
             they
             are
             like
             to
             such
             a
             flock
             of
             sheep
             as
             are
             even
             shorn
             ,
             and
             come
             up
             from
             the
             washing
             ,
             shewing
             no
             inequality
             or
             
             difference
             in
             degree
             one
             above
             another
             ;
             and
             being
             all
             sanctifyed
             and
             purged
             from
             their
             uncleanness
             ,
             and
             are
             fruitful
             also
             in
             their
             minds
             ,
             not
             one
             of
             them
             barren
             and
             unprofitable
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             3.
             
             
               Thy
               lips
               are
               like
               a
               thred
               of
               Scarlet
               ,
               and
               thy
               speech
               is
               comely
               ,
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             As
             the
             chief
             beauty
             and
             comliness
             of
             the
             lips
             consisteth
             in
             the
             smalness
             and
             thinness
             ,
             and
             in
             the
             readiness
             of
             them
             ;
             so
             do
             thy
             lips
             .
             
               i.
               e.
            
             thy
             doctrine
             ,
             excells
             in
             both
             these
             respects
             :
             for
             as
             it
             swelleth
             not
             with
             the
             ostentation
             of
             earthly
             and
             carnal
             wisdome
             ,
             Io.
             3.
             31.
             1
             
             Cor.
             2.
             4.
             so
             is
             it
             for
             the
             principal
             object
             and
             matter
             of
             it
             ,
             nothing
             else
             but
             a
             preaching
             of
             my
             Cross
             ,
             and
             as
             it
             were
             dyed
             red
             with
             my
             blood
             ,
             1
             Cor.
             1.
             17
             ,
             18
             ,
             and
             2.
             2.
             
             Yea
             ,
             thy
             whole
             speech
             and
             manner
             of
             uttering
             this
             Doctrine
             ,
             is
             comely
             and
             gratious
             ,
             suitable
             to
             the
             Heavenly
             doctrine
             it self
             ,
             which
             thou
             dost
             deliver
             ,
             
             1
             Cor.
             2.
             13.
             1
             
             Pet.
             4.
             11.
             
             
               [
               thy
               temples
               are
               like
               a
               peice
               of
               a
               Pomegranet
               within
               thy
               locks
               ,
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             the
             natural
             colour
             of
             those
             parts
             wherein
             beauty
             is
             chiefly
             discerned
             ,
             is
             such
             ,
             as
             thou
             needest
             not
             the
             help
             of
             wanton
             adorning
             ,
             nor
             any
             worldly
             glory
             to
             set
             thy self
             forth
             witthall
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             4.
             
             
               Thy
               neck
               is
               like
               the
               Tower
               of
               David
               ,
               builded
               for
               an
               Armoury
               ,
               ]
            
             Thy
             holy
             discipline
             and
             government
             ,
             which
             as
             the
             neck
             beareth
             up
             and
             supporteth
             the
             doctrine
             ,
             and
             Ministers
             ,
             is
             like
             unto
             that
             tower
             of
             David
             ,
             which
             was
             made
             for
             an
             Armoury
             ,
             mentioned
             ,
             Neh.
             3.
             19
             ,
             25
             ,
             26.
             
               [
               whereon
               there
               hang
               a
               thousand
               Bucklers
               ,
               all
               Shields
               of
               mighty
               men
               ,
               ]
            
             which
             hath
             ready
             in
             it
             great
             store
             of
             spiritual
             armour
             ,
             and
             means
             to
             protect
             and
             keep
             safe
             thee
             ,
             and
             thy
             holy
             doctrines
             and
             worship
             from
             Adversaries
             of
             all
             sorts
             :
             yea
             ,
             such
             armour
             and
             means
             of
             defence
             ,
             as
             have
             
             been
             well
             tryed
             and
             approved
             in
             many
             victories
             ,
             atchieved
             by
             the
             Lords
             Worthies
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             5.
             
             
               Thy
               two
               breasts
               are
               like
               two
               young
               Roes
               that
               are
               Twins
               ,
               which
               feed
               among
               the
               Lillies
               ,
               ]
            
             Thy
             Teachers
             upon
             whom
             my
             People
             being
             like
             new-born
             Babes
             ,
             do
             hang
             and
             depend
             for
             the
             sincere
             milk
             of
             the
             Word
             ,
             are
             themselves
             full
             of
             good
             nourishment
             ,
             and
             fit
             to
             give
             such
             nourishment
             unto
             my
             People
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             6.
             
             
               Until
               the
               day
               break
               ,
               and
               the
               shaddows
               fly
               away
               ,
               I
               will
               get
               me
               to
               the
               Mountains
               of
               Myrrh
               ,
               and
               to
               the
               Hill
               of
               Frankinsense
               ]
            
             See
             Chap.
             2.
             17.
             
             I
             will
             in
             respect
             of
             my
             Bodily
             presence
             withdraw
             my self
             from
             thee
             ,
             and
             keep
             my
             corporal
             residence
             in
             the
             Heavens
             ,
             even
             in
             the
             holy
             Mountain
             of
             the
             Lord
             ,
             where
             is
             all
             fulness
             of
             joy
             and
             pleasure
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             7.
             
             
               Thou
               art
               all
               fair
               my
               love
               ,
               there
               is
               no
               spot
               in
               thee
               ,
               ]
               q
               ,
               d.
            
             Yet
             ,
             
             O
             my
             love
             ,
             I
             would
             not
             have
             thee
             think
             ,
             this
             my
             withdrawing
             my self
             from
             thee
             ,
             riseth
             from
             any
             dislike
             I
             have
             of
             thee
             ,
             for
             any
             of
             thy
             corruptions
             ,
             or
             infirmities
             ;
             for
             thou
             art
             in
             mine
             eye
             ,
             and
             account
             ,
             without
             any
             spot
             or
             deformity
             at
             all
             ,
             and
             perfectly
             beautiful
             and
             amiable
             in
             every
             member
             ;
             partly
             because
             my
             blood
             hath
             throughly
             washed
             thee
             from
             all
             the
             spots
             of
             thy
             sins
             ,
             and
             my
             perfect
             righteousness
             and
             holyness
             is
             imputed
             to
             thee
             ;
             and
             partly
             because
             the
             time
             will
             come
             ,
             that
             thou
             shalt
             be
             perfectly
             sanctifyed
             ;
             which
             because
             I
             clearly
             foresee
             it
             ,
             as
             well
             as
             already
             done
             ,
             makes
             thee
             amiable
             unto
             me
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             8
             
               Come
               with
               me
               from
               Lebanon
               (
               my
               Spouse
               )
               with
               me
               from
               Lebanon
               ,
               look
               from
               the
               top
               of
               Amana
               ,
               from
               the
               top
               of
               Shenir
               and
               Hermon
               ,
               from
               the
               Lyons
               dens
               ,
               from
               the
               Mountains
               of
               the
               Leopards
               .
               ]
               Lebanon
            
             and
             Amana
             were
             Mountains
             in
             the
             Northern
             
             borders
             of
             
               Iudea
               ;
               Shenir
            
             and
             Hermon
             was
             on
             the
             same
             Hill
             ,
             scituate
             in
             the
             East
             ,
             Deut.
             3.
             9.
             
             These
             Hills
             were
             inhabited
             by
             Bruitish
             men
             ,
             Heathens
             ,
             and
             Idolaters
             ;
             so
             that
             ,
             the
             meaning
             is
             ,
             as
             if
             Christ
             should
             say
             thus
             to
             the
             Church
             ,
             come
             and
             be
             with
             me
             ,
             in
             my
             heavenly
             mansions
             O
             my
             Spouse
             ,
             with
             whom
             then
             I
             will
             consummate
             my
             marriage
             ;
             (
             for
             so
             the
             word
             Chalath
             here
             used
             doth
             signifie
             ,
             viz.
             one
             not
             espoused
             only
             ,
             but
             marryed
             )
             and
             be
             thou
             gathered
             unto
             me
             from
             all
             the
             parts
             of
             the
             Earth
             ,
             even
             from
             the
             most
             savage
             and
             barbarous
             places
             ,
             where
             Lyons
             and
             Leopards
             ,
             even
             men
             of
             cruel
             dispositions
             do
             inhabit
             ,
             Ezek.
             11.
             6.
             
          
           
             Ver.
             9.
             
             
               Thou
               hast
               ravished
               my
               heart
               ,
               my
               Sister
               ,
               my
               Spouse
               ,
               thou
               hast
               ravished
               my
               heart
               with
               one
               of
               thine
               eyes
               ,
               with
               one
               chain
               of
               thy
               neck
               ,
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             O
             my
             beloved
             ,
             who
             art
             both
             Sister
             
             and
             Spouse
             unto
             me
             ,
             and
             knit
             unto
             me
             by
             my
             taking
             thy
             Nature
             upon
             me
             ,
             and
             uniting
             thee
             to
             my self
             by
             Faith
             ,
             by
             all
             the
             nearest
             Bonds
             that
             can
             be
             imagined
             ,
             thou
             hast
             marvellously
             delighted
             me
             ,
             even
             with
             that
             sincerity
             ,
             and
             that
             sharpness
             of
             understanding
             ,
             even
             to
             discern
             of
             things
             that
             differ
             ,
             which
             I
             observe
             in
             any
             one
             of
             thy
             Teachers
             ,
             and
             with
             any
             one
             of
             those
             excellent
             graces
             of
             my
             Spirit
             wherewith
             thou
             art
             adorned
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             10.
             
             
               How
               fair
               is
               thy
               love
               ,
               my
               Sister
               ,
               my
               Spouse
               ;
               how
               much
               better
               is
               thy
               Love
               than
               Wine
               ,
               and
               the
               smell
               of
               thine
               Oyntments
               than
               all
               Spices
               ,
               ]
            
             The
             Love
             that
             I
             discern
             in
             thee
             towards
             me
             my
             beloved
             ,
             makes
             thee
             more
             amiable
             in
             my
             eye
             ,
             then
             can
             be
             expressed
             ;
             and
             doth
             more
             cheer
             and
             refresh
             me
             ,
             then
             any
             wine
             can
             do
             the
             heart
             of
             man
             :
             and
             the
             pleasant
             and
             comfortable
             savour
             
             which
             the
             graces
             wherewith
             God
             hath
             endued
             thee
             ,
             doe
             send
             forth
             ,
             is
             far
             better
             than
             can
             be
             resembled
             by
             the
             most
             fragrant
             Spices
             that
             be
             in
             the
             world
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             11.
             
             
               Thy
               Lips
               O
               my
               Spouse
               ,
               drop
               as
               the
               Honey
               comb
               ,
               Honey
               and
               Milk
               are
               under
               thy
               tongue
               ,
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             Thy
             speech
             O
             my
             beloved
             ,
             in
             thy
             Teachers
             and
             Ministers
             ,
             is
             most
             sweet
             and
             pleasant
             ;
             yea
             ,
             thy
             doctrine
             which
             is
             under
             thy
             tongue
             ,
             ready
             to
             come
             forth
             ,
             is
             both
             for
             the
             wholesome
             nourishment
             it
             yieldeth
             to
             the
             little
             Ones
             ,
             like
             Milk
             ;
             and
             from
             the
             virtue
             that
             is
             in
             it
             ,
             to
             preserve
             thee
             from
             corruption
             like
             Honey
             ;
             
               [
               And
               the
               smell
               of
               thy
               Garments
               ,
               is
               like
               the
               smell
               of
               Lebanon
               ,
               ]
            
             and
             thy
             very
             garments
             ,
             that
             which
             is
             outwardly
             to
             be
             seen
             of
             men
             ,
             in
             thy
             whole
             conversation
             ,
             is
             for
             the
             sweetness
             ,
             and
             the
             comfort
             it
             yeildeth
             unto
             others
             ,
             like
             to
             the
             smell
             of
             those
             fragrant
             
             Trees
             of
             spices
             that
             grow
             in
             Lebanon
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             12.
             
             
               A
               Garden
               inclosed
               is
               my
               Spouse
               ,
               my
               Sister
               ,
               a
               Spring
               shut
               up
               ,
               a
               Fountain
               sealed
               ,
               ]
            
             My
             Church
             which
             is
             most
             dear
             unto
             me
             ,
             as
             being
             united
             unto
             me
             ,
             by
             all
             the
             nearest
             Bonds
             that
             may
             be
             ,
             is
             both
             a
             Garden
             full
             of
             the
             Trees
             of
             Righteousness
             ,
             Isa.
             61.
             3.
             bearing
             all
             the
             most
             wholesome
             and
             pleasant
             fruits
             of
             holiness
             and
             righteousness
             ;
             and
             a
             Spring
             and
             Fountain
             wherein
             the
             water
             of
             life
             floweth
             and
             runneth
             continually
             .
             Yea
             ,
             she
             is
             as
             a
             Garden
             enclosed
             ,
             and
             Fountain
             shut
             up
             and
             sealed
             ,
             being
             fenced
             and
             protected
             by
             my
             power
             ,
             who
             am
             as
             a
             wall
             of
             fire
             about
             her
             ,
             to
             keep
             her
             from
             the
             rage
             of
             cruel
             Enemies
             ,
             
               (
               Iob
            
             1.
             10.
             
             Zac.
             2.
             5.
             
             )
             which
             like
             the
             wild
             Boars
             and
             Beasts
             of
             the
             field
             might
             waste
             &
             devour
             her
             ,
             &
             keeping
             out
             also
             by
             her
             censures
             and
             discipling
             ,
             the
             filthy
             and
             
             prophane
             ,
             from
             defiling
             those
             holy
             things
             ,
             which
             I
             have
             trusted
             her
             withall
             ;
             the
             knowledg
             and
             comfort
             whereof
             is
             not
             come
             unto
             all
             ,
             but
             hid
             and
             shut
             up
             from
             most
             men
             ,
             and
             opened
             only
             unto
             such
             as
             my
             Father
             is
             pleased
             to
             reveal
             them
             unto
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             13.
             
             
               Thy
               plants
               are
               as
               an
               Orchard
               of
               Pomegranets
               ,
               with
               pleasant
               fruits
               ,
               Champhire
               and
               Spikenard
               .
            
             Ver.
             14.
             
             
               Spikenard
               and
               Saffron
               ,
               Calamus
               and
               Cynamon
               ,
               with
               all
               Trees
               of
               Frankinsence
               ,
               Myrrh
               ,
               and
               Aloes
               ,
               with
               all
               the
               chief
               Spices
               ,
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             the
             plants
             that
             grow
             in
             this
             garden
             ,
             the
             Persons
             that
             are
             members
             of
             my
             Church
             ,
             specially
             such
             as
             are
             publick
             Persons
             in
             it
             ,
             are
             (
             for
             this
             comely
             order
             that
             they
             keep
             among
             themselves
             ,
             and
             for
             the
             pleasant
             Trees
             ,
             and
             manifold
             vertues
             that
             are
             to
             be
             found
             in
             the
             fruits
             they
             yield
             ,
             )
             like
             unto
             an
             Orchard
             of
             Pomgranates
             ;
             yea
             ,
             all
             the
             fruit
             that
             grows
             in
             this
             
             Garden
             ,
             the
             graces
             of
             my
             spirit
             ,
             which
             abound
             in
             all
             my
             people
             which
             I
             have
             planted
             in
             mine
             house
             ,
             do
             delight
             me
             more
             then
             all
             the
             sweet
             spices
             in
             the
             World
             can
             do
             the
             sences
             of
             any
             mortal
             men
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             15.
             
             
               A
               Fountain
               of
               Gardens
               ,
               a
               Well
               of
               living
               Waters
               ,
               and
               streams
               of
               Lebanon
               .
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             All
             this
             excellency
             O
             my
             Lord
             and
             Saviour
             ,
             which
             thou
             art
             pleased
             to
             ascribe
             unto
             and
             commend
             in
             me
             ,
             alas
             ,
             is
             none
             of
             mine
             ,
             but
             such
             as
             I
             have
             wholly
             received
             from
             thee
             alone
             .
             All
             these
             my
             Trees
             and
             Plants
             ,
             which
             bear
             such
             pleasant
             fruits
             ,
             as
             they
             are
             altogether
             of
             thy
             planting
             ,
             so
             with
             thy
             watering
             them
             continually
             with
             thy
             grace
             and
             blessings
             ,
             they
             become
             so
             fruitful
             as
             thy
             are
             ;
             for
             thou
             art
             unto
             all
             my
             Gardens
             ,
             
               i.
               e.
            
             my
             particular
             Assemblies
             ,
             and
             Congregations
             ,
             through
             the
             Abundance
             of
             thy
             grace
             and
             gifts
             of
             thy
             spirit
             ,
             not
             only
             
             as
             a
             Fountain
             ,
             which
             somtimes
             by
             the
             extreamity
             of
             the
             heat
             in
             Summer
             ,
             is
             wont
             to
             be
             dryed
             up
             ;
             but
             as
             a
             well
             which
             being
             deep
             ,
             is
             better
             fenced
             from
             the
             Sun
             ,
             yea
             ,
             as
             a
             well
             of
             such
             waters
             as
             is
             fed
             with
             a
             spring
             continually
             issuing
             ;
             yea
             ,
             thou
             art
             like
             unto
             those
             streams
             which
             run
             from
             the
             spring
             in
             the
             great
             Hill
             Lebanon
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             16.
             
             
               Arise
               thou
               North
               Wind
               ,
               and
               come
               thou
               South-wind
               ,
               blow
               upon
               my
               Garden
               ,
               that
               the
               Spices
               thereof
               may
               flow
               out
               ,
               let
               my
               Beloved
               come
               into
               his
               Garden
               ,
               and
               eat
               his
               pleasant
               fruit
               ]
            
             O
             let
             the
             spirit
             of
             God
             which
             is
             in
             operation
             like
             unto
             the
             North
             and
             South-wind
             ,
             binding
             and
             opening
             ,
             drying
             and
             moystening
             ,
             so
             work
             with
             his
             Ordinances
             in
             my
             Soul
             ,
             that
             I
             may
             abundantly
             bring
             forth
             such
             fruits
             ,
             as
             he
             may
             delight
             in
             ;
             and
             let
             my
             dear
             Lord
             and
             Saviour
             come
             and
             be
             in
             the
             mid'st
             of
             the
             Assemblies
             of
             his
             Saints
             ,
             which
             are
             his
             own
             Gardens
             and
             Vineyards
             
             planted
             ,
             watered
             and
             dressed
             by
             his
             own
             hand
             ,
             and
             accept
             of
             the
             Services
             of
             fruits
             and
             obedience
             ,
             which
             his
             Saints
             do
             there
             offer
             unto
             him
             ;
             which
             as
             they
             are
             wholly
             his
             own
             ,
             he
             is
             pleased
             to
             express
             great
             delight
             in
             .
          
        
         
           
             Chap.
             V.
             
          
           
             Ver.
             1.
             
             I
             
               Am
               come
               into
               my
               Garden
               ,
               my
               Sister
               ,
               my
               Spouse
               ;
               I
               have
               gathered
               my
               Myrrh
               ,
               with
               my
               Spices
               :
               I
               have
               eaten
               my
               Honey-comb
               with
               my
               Honey
               ;
               I
               have
               drunk
               my
               Wine
               with
               my
               Milk
               ;
               eat
               O
               Friends
               ,
               Drink
               ,
               yea
               ,
               drink
               abundantly
               ,
               O
               Beloved
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             Doubt
             not
             thou
             of
             my
             presence
             with
             thee
             O
             my
             Beloved
             ;
             I
             am
             ever
             with
             my
             people
             assembled
             
             in
             my
             name
             ,
             and
             have
             already
             taken
             notice
             of
             ,
             and
             delighted
             my self
             greatly
             in
             the
             graces
             and
             fruits
             of
             my
             spirit
             ,
             that
             I
             have
             discerned
             in
             them
             ;
             and
             not
             only
             in
             those
             that
             come
             from
             such
             of
             thy
             members
             as
             are
             eminent
             and
             excellent
             in
             gifts
             (
             like
             to
             Myrrh
             ,
             and
             Spices
             ,
             and
             Wine
             ,
             )
             but
             even
             in
             them
             that
             proceed
             from
             the
             meanest
             and
             weakest
             of
             all
             my
             people
             (
             like
             to
             Honey
             ,
             Honey-combs
             ,
             and
             Milk
             ;
             )
             and
             as
             I
             my self
             am
             thus
             delighted
             and
             refreshed
             with
             the
             fruits
             of
             my
             spirit
             in
             my
             people
             ,
             so
             ye
             my
             Friends
             ,
             my
             Ministers
             ,
             that
             wooe
             for
             me
             ,
             and
             faithfully
             labour
             to
             draw
             my
             peoples
             affections
             to
             me
             (
             as
             Io.
             3.
             )
             and
             ye
             my
             holy
             Angels
             ,
             whose
             Ministry
             likewise
             I
             use
             in
             furthering
             this
             work
             ,
             let
             this
             be
             your
             delight
             and
             joy
             also
             to
             see
             my
             people
             bring
             forth
             such
             fruit
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             2.
             
             
               I
               slept
               ,
               but
               my
               heart
               waked
               ;
               it
               is
               the
               voyce
               of
               my
               beloved
               that
               knocketh
               ,
            
             
             
               saying
               ,
               open
               to
               me
               my
               Sister
               ,
               my
               Love
               ,
               my
               Dove
               ,
               my
               Un-defiled
               ;
               my
               Head
               is
               filled
               with
               the
               dew
               ,
               and
               my
               Locks
               with
               the
               drops
               of
               the
               night
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             I
             grow
             carnally
             secure
             ,
             yet
             was
             I
             not
             in
             a
             dead
             sleep
             ;
             for
             ,
             my
             heart
             even
             then
             was
             awake
             ,
             the
             mortal
             seed
             remained
             in
             me
             ;
             neither
             did
             I
             yeild
             to
             my
             security
             with
             the
             full
             sway
             of
             my
             Soul
             ,
             for
             in
             this
             my
             spiritual
             sencelesness
             and
             carelesness
             I
             did
             discern
             the
             voyce
             of
             my
             dear
             Lord
             and
             Saviour
             ;
             who
             when
             I
             was
             thus
             forgetful
             of
             him
             ,
             forgot
             not
             me
             ,
             but
             sought
             unto
             me
             ,
             and
             called
             upon
             me
             ,
             yea
             ,
             with
             great
             importunity
             (
             by
             his
             word
             and
             spirit
             )
             knocked
             at
             the
             door
             of
             mine
             heart
             ,
             as
             if
             in
             a
             most
             loving
             and
             affectionate
             manner
             he
             should
             have
             said
             thus
             unto
             my
             Soul
             :
             O
             thou
             that
             in
             respect
             of
             the
             unity
             of
             nature
             that
             is
             in
             us
             ,
             and
             for
             that
             we
             have
             the
             same
             Father
             
               (
               Io.
            
             20.
             17.
             
             Heb.
             2.
             16
             ,
             17.
             )
             art
             my
             Sister
             ,
             whom
             in
             respect
             
             of
             the
             sweet
             familiarity
             that
             is
             betwixt
             us
             ,
             I
             account
             as
             my
             special
             Friend
             ,
             and
             am
             ready
             to
             reveal
             all
             the
             secrets
             of
             my
             Fathers
             will
             unto
             ;
             thou
             which
             for
             thy
             simplicity
             and
             innocency
             ,
             and
             for
             that
             care
             thou
             hast
             to
             keep
             thy self
             undefiled
             from
             all
             spiritual
             Fornications
             ,
             I
             do
             so
             much
             delight
             in
             ;
             open
             thou
             unto
             me
             ,
             give
             me
             free
             access
             into
             thy
             heart
             ,
             receiving
             my
             comforts
             and
             promises
             with
             more
             affection
             ,
             love
             ,
             and
             delight
             ;
             for
             I
             have
             endured
             many
             sorrows
             and
             afflictions
             for
             thy
             sake
             ,
             and
             that
             I
             might
             enjoy
             thee
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             3.
             
             
               I
               have
               put
               off
               my
               Coat
               ,
               how
               shall
               I
               put
               it
               on
               ?
               I
               have
               washed
               my
               Feet
               ,
               how
               shall
               I
               defile
               them
               ?
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             I
             was
             not
             in
             so
             dead
             asleep
             ,
             but
             this
             calling
             and
             knocking
             of
             my
             Lord
             and
             Saviour
             did
             awake
             me
             ,
             and
             I
             heard
             him
             well
             enough
             ,
             and
             might
             have
             risen
             to
             open
             unto
             him
             ;
             for
             I
             was
             able
             (
             which
             greatly
             increased
             my
             sin
             )
             to
             make
             to
             
             answer
             unto
             him
             ,
             when
             in
             the
             Ministry
             of
             his
             word
             he
             sought
             to
             raise
             me
             out
             of
             my
             security
             ;
             I
             did
             well
             enough
             discern
             it
             was
             he
             that
             spoke
             to
             me
             ,
             and
             what
             it
             was
             that
             he
             required
             of
             me
             ,
             but
             I
             had
             reasonings
             within
             my self
             against
             it
             :
             and
             what
             did
             I
             answer
             to
             him
             ?
             what
             did
             I
             object
             against
             him
             ?
             Surely
             that
             it
             would
             be
             a
             matter
             of
             too
             great
             painfulness
             and
             trouble
             ,
             and
             cause
             me
             to
             forgoe
             a
             great
             deal
             of
             worldly
             ease
             and
             delight
             ,
             for
             me
             ,
             thus
             to
             open
             unto
             him
             ,
             and
             to
             give
             him
             all
             my
             heart
             ,
             to
             yeild
             to
             him
             such
             absolute
             obedience
             in
             all
             things
             ,
             and
             to
             serve
             him
             with
             all
             the
             affection
             of
             my
             heart
             ;
             for
             this
             sleep
             that
             I
             was
             fallen
             into
             ,
             was
             not
             upon
             the
             ground
             ,
             or
             in
             my
             chair
             ,
             but
             in
             my
             bed
             ;
             I
             had
             washed
             my
             feet
             ,
             and
             put
             off
             my
             cloaths
             ,
             and
             lay'd
             down
             quietly
             to
             take
             my
             rest
             ;
             I
             had
             entertained
             a
             resolution
             within
             my self
             to
             enjoy
             the
             entertainments
             and
             ease
             of
             this
             world
             .
          
           
           
             Ver.
             4.
             
             
               My
               beloved
               put
               in
               his
               hand
               by
               the
               hole
               of
               the
               doore
               ,
               and
               my
               bowels
               were
               moved
               for
               him
               ]
            
             My
             dear
             Lord
             and
             Saviour
             did
             not
             only
             call
             upon
             me
             ,
             and
             knock
             to
             awaken
             me
             ,
             and
             get
             me
             to
             open
             to
             him
             ,
             but
             sought
             to
             open
             my
             door
             himself
             ,
             putting
             in
             his
             hand
             by
             a
             hole
             that
             was
             in
             it
             ,
             to
             that
             end
             ,
             
               i.
               e.
            
             stirring
             me
             up
             also
             by
             the
             good
             motions
             of
             his
             spirit
             ,
             to
             yeild
             more
             chearful
             and
             resolute
             obedience
             unto
             him
             ;
             which
             when
             I
             did
             perceive
             ,
             and
             consider
             with
             my self
             ,
             my
             heart
             did
             then
             begin
             to
             smite
             me
             ,
             and
             I
             was
             much
             troubled
             in
             my self
             for
             my
             sluggishness
             and
             security
             ,
             and
             for
             answering
             him
             as
             I
             had
             done
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             5.
             
             
               I
               rose
               up
               to
               open
               to
               my
               beloved
               ,
               and
               my
               hands
               dropped
               with
               myrrh
               ,
               and
               my
               fingers
               with
               sweet-smelling
               myrrh
               ,
               upon
               the
               handles
               of
               the
               lock
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             I
             did
             not
             only
             see
             my
             own
             folly
             ,
             and
             grieved
             for
             it
             ,
             but
             I
             did
             also
             rowse
             up
             my self
             to
             go
             and
             open
             to
             my
             Beloved
             ;
             
             I
             resolved
             with
             my self
             to
             entertain
             him
             better
             ,
             and
             receive
             him
             into
             my
             heart
             ;
             which
             so
             soon
             as
             I
             had
             done
             ,
             I
             found
             marvellous
             sweetness
             and
             comfort
             in
             that
             which
             he
             had
             left
             behind
             him
             ,
             in
             the
             graces
             of
             his
             holy
             spirit
             ,
             which
             his
             calling
             on
             me
             in
             so
             comfortable
             a
             manner
             ,
             by
             the
             Ministers
             of
             his
             Gospel
             ,
             had
             stirred
             up
             and
             revived
             in
             me
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             6.
             
             
               I
               opened
               to
               my
               Beloved
               ,
               but
               my
               Beloved
               had
               withdrawn
               himself
               and
               was
               gone
               ;
               my
               Soul
               failed
               when
               he
               spake
               ;
               I
               sought
               him
               ,
               but
               I
               could
               not
               find
               him
               ;
               I
               called
               ,
               but
               he
               gave
               me
               no
               answer
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             I
             did
             at
             length
             unfainedly
             affect
             my
             dear
             Lord
             and
             Saviour
             ,
             and
             was
             willing
             to
             open
             my
             heart
             unto
             him
             ,
             and
             give
             him
             the
             full
             possession
             of
             it
             ;
             but
             he
             had
             now
             withdrawn
             from
             me
             the
             comfortable
             feeling
             of
             his
             gratious
             presence
             ,
             and
             then
             was
             I
             brought
             to
             the
             brinck
             of
             despair
             ,
             by
             remembring
             how
             gratiously
             and
             
             lovingly
             he
             had
             spoke
             unto
             me
             ;
             and
             how
             ungratiously
             I
             had
             rejected
             him
             ;
             and
             being
             in
             this
             case
             ,
             I
             did
             both
             by
             meditation
             and
             fervent
             prayer
             ,
             labour
             to
             recover
             my
             former
             feeling
             of
             his
             sweet
             and
             comfortable
             presence
             ,
             but
             could
             not
             prevail
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             7.
             
             
               The
               Watchmen
               that
               went
               about
               the
               City
               ,
               found
               me
               ;
               they
               smote
               me
               ,
               they
               wounded
               me
               ;
               the
               keeper
               of
               the
               wall
               took
               away
               my
               vail
               from
               me
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             Whilst
             ,
             I
             thus
             not
             only
             by
             my
             private
             prayers
             and
             meditations
             ,
             sought
             to
             recover
             my
             feeling
             of
             the
             comfortable
             presence
             of
             my
             Lord
             and
             Saviour
             ,
             but
             by
             going
             abroad
             ,
             and
             making
             use
             of
             the
             helps
             from
             others
             the
             Ministers
             and
             Governours
             of
             the
             Church
             ,
             whose
             office
             is
             to
             watch
             the
             city
             of
             God
             ,
             and
             to
             keep
             the
             walls
             of
             it
             ,
             and
             who
             did
             accordingly
             go
             about
             the
             City
             to
             over-see
             and
             take
             heed
             to
             all
             the
             flock
             ,
             Act.
             2.
             28.
             found
             me
             out
             ,
             and
             in
             their
             Ministry
             met
             with
             my
             
             foul
             sin
             ,
             whereby
             I
             had
             so
             rejected
             my
             Saviour
             ;
             and
             by
             the
             power
             of
             the
             word
             ,
             and
             the
             rebukes
             thereof
             ,
             did
             even
             smite
             me
             ,
             and
             wound
             my
             heart
             ,
             humbling
             me
             much
             more
             deeply
             for
             my
             sin
             ;
             yea
             ,
             they
             took
             away
             my
             vaile
             from
             me
             ,
             laid
             me
             open
             ,
             shamed
             me
             ,
             and
             exposed
             me
             to
             all
             reproach
             ,
             1
             Cor.
             14.
             24
             ,
             25.
             
             Psal.
             145.
             5.
             
          
           
             Ver.
             8.
             
             
               I
               charge
               you
               O
               Daughters
               of
               Ierusalem
               ,
               if
               ye
               find
               my
               Beloved
               ,
               that
               ye
               tell
               him
               that
               I
               am
               sick
               of
               Love
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             Finding
             no
             more
             comfort
             in
             the
             publique
             Minister
             of
             the
             Word
             ,
             I
             sought
             help
             by
             the
             Prayer
             and
             Council
             of
             such
             of
             the
             faithful
             as
             I
             could
             meet
             with
             ,
             and
             earnestly
             charged
             them
             ,
             that
             if
             themselves
             did
             meet
             with
             my
             Beloved
             ,
             and
             find
             any
             comfort
             in
             him
             ,
             they
             would
             be
             earnest
             with
             him
             in
             their
             prayers
             for
             me
             ,
             and
             make
             known
             unto
             him
             my
             case
             ,
             that
             the
             love
             I
             bear
             unto
             him
             ,
             maketh
             me
             languish
             with
             grief
             ,
             and
             anguish
             of
             
             heart
             for
             his
             absence
             from
             me
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             9.
             
             
               What
               is
               thy
               Beloved
               more
               than
               other
               beloved
               ,
               O
               thou
               fairest
               among
               Women
               ?
               What
               is
               thy
               Beloved
               more
               than
               other
               Beloved
               ,
               that
               thou
               doest
               so
               charge
               us
               ?
               ]
            
             O
             thou
             ,
             in
             whom
             we
             see
             and
             acknowledg
             more
             grace
             ,
             and
             goodness
             ,
             than
             is
             to
             be
             found
             in
             any
             other
             ,
             and
             whom
             in
             that
             respect
             we
             honour
             ;
             tell
             us
             what
             is
             the
             cause
             of
             this
             affection
             thou
             bearest
             unto
             Christ
             ,
             which
             seemeth
             strange
             unto
             us
             ;
             what
             excellency
             is
             there
             in
             him
             above
             all
             other
             things
             ,
             that
             men
             use
             to
             set
             their
             hearts
             and
             affections
             upon
             ?
             Yea
             ,
             we
             pray
             thee
             tell
             us
             what
             thou
             hast
             seen
             in
             him
             ;
             that
             thou
             doest
             thus
             importune
             us
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             10.
             
             
               My
               Beloved
               is
               white
               and
               ruddy
               ,
               the
               chiefest
               among
               ten
               thousand
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             My
             dear
             Lord
             and
             Saviour
             is
             every
             way
             fit
             and
             able
             to
             justifie
             such
             as
             come
             unto
             him
             ;
             for
             he
             is
             both
             white
             ,
             holy
             ,
             harmless
             ,
             and
             undefiled
             ,
             
             and
             separate
             from
             sinners
             ;
             and
             ruddy
             through
             the
             merit
             and
             blood
             of
             the
             everlasting
             Covenant
             ,
             which
             speaketh
             better
             things
             than
             that
             of
             Abel
             ;
             yea
             ,
             he
             is
             greater
             ,
             and
             far
             more
             excellent
             ,
             not
             only
             than
             any
             mortal
             Creature
             ,
             but
             then
             the
             very
             Angels
             themselves
             ,
             Psal.
             46.
             2.
             7.
             
             Heb.
             1.
             4.
             
          
           
             Ver.
             11.
             
             
               His
               Head
               is
               as
               the
               most
               fine
               Gold
               ;
               his
               Locks
               are
               bushy
               ,
               and
               black
               as
               a
               Raven
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             In
             respect
             of
             his
             Kingdom
             and
             Soveraignty
             ,
             he
             is
             the
             God
             of
             Gold
             ;
             not
             only
             most
             excellent
             and
             precious
             ,
             (
             the
             being
             King
             of
             Kings
             ,
             and
             Lord
             of
             Lords
             ,
             Rev.
             19.
             16.
             
             )
             but
             most
             pure
             also
             and
             permanent
             ;
             his
             Throne
             is
             for
             ever
             and
             ever
             ;
             a
             Scepter
             of
             Righteousness
             ,
             is
             the
             Scepter
             of
             his
             Kingdom
             ,
             Heb.
             1.
             8.
             
             His
             hairy-locks
             ,
             the
             multitude
             of
             the
             faithful
             that
             hang
             and
             depend
             upon
             him
             ,
             as
             upon
             the
             head
             ;
             as
             they
             
             are
             bushy
             in
             respect
             of
             their
             number
             ,
             and
             the
             foulding
             and
             twineing
             one
             within
             another
             ,
             through
             their
             mutual
             agreement
             and
             love
             ;
             so
             are
             they
             black
             ,
             and
             set
             forth
             ,
             as
             a
             shadow
             in
             a
             picture
             ,
             the
             excellent
             beauty
             that
             is
             in
             his
             face
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             12.
             
             
               His
               eyes
               are
               as
               the
               eyes
               of
               Doves
               ,
               by
               the
               Rivers
               of
               water
               ,
               washed
               with
               milk
               ,
               and
               fitly
               set
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             His
             eyes
             are
             as
             clear
             &
             quick
             -
             sighted
             ,
             Rev.
             4.
             14.
             2.
             18.
             chast
             ,
             and
             also
             shining
             ;
             white
             ,
             without
             any
             spot
             or
             blemish
             ;
             pure
             and
             clean
             ,
             beholding
             no
             corruption
             ,
             which
             he
             either
             revengeth
             not
             ,
             or
             healeth
             not
             in
             his
             own
             blood
             ,
             Heb.
             1.
             13.
             in
             a
             comely
             manner
             filling
             the
             hollow
             places
             prepared
             for
             them
             with
             absolute
             perfection
             ,
             beholding
             the
             state
             and
             necessities
             of
             his
             Servants
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             13.
             
             
               His
               Cheeks
               are
               as
               a
               bed
               of
               Spices
               ,
               with
               sweet
               Flowers
               ;
               his
               Lips
               like
               Lillies
               ,
               droping
               sweet
               smelling
            
             
             
               mirrh
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             His
             open
             face
             and
             cleer
             manifestation
             of
             himself
             ,
             is
             full
             of
             spiritual
             sweetness
             and
             comfort
             ;
             his
             speech
             and
             doctrine
             also
             is
             most
             gratious
             ,
             and
             such
             as
             rejoyceth
             the
             heart
             ,
             Luk.
             4.
             22.
             
             Psa.
             19.
             8
             ,
             10.
             
          
           
             Ver.
             14.
             
             
               His
               hands
               are
               as
               gold
               rings
               set
               with
               the
               Berril
               ,
               his
               belly
               is
               as
               bright
               Ivory
               ,
               over-laid
               with
               Saphirs
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             The
             works
             of
             his
             hand
             ,
             all
             his
             administrations
             ,
             are
             most
             glorious
             and
             seemly
             ;
             his
             bowels
             or
             secret
             parts
             ,
             the
             inward
             councils
             of
             his
             heart
             ,
             when
             once
             manifested
             ,
             and
             revealed
             ,
             appear
             all
             pretious
             ,
             and
             full
             of
             miraculous
             glory
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             15.
             
             
               His
               leggs
               are
               as
               Pillars
               of
               Marble
               ,
               set
               upon
               sockets
               of
               fine
               Gold
               ,
               his
               countenance
               is
               as
               Lebanon
               ,
               excellent
               as
               the
               Cedars
               ,
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             his
             divine
             power
             and
             providence
             ,
             whereby
             he
             sustaineth
             all
             his
             works
             ,
             is
             everlasting
             ,
             most
             pure
             and
             glorious
             ;
             His
             whole
             countenance
             ,
             whereby
             he
             
             shews
             and
             makes
             himself
             known
             to
             his
             people
             ,
             viz.
             his
             publick
             Worship
             and
             Ordinances
             ,
             Gen.
             4.
             14.
             is
             full
             both
             of
             sweetness
             and
             comfort
             ,
             and
             of
             spiritual
             stateliness
             and
             Majesty
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             16.
             
             
               His
               mouth
               is
               most
               sweet
               ,
               yea
               ,
               he
               is
               altogether
               lovely
               .
               This
               is
               my
               beloved
               ,
               and
               this
               is
               my
               friend
               ,
               O
               Daughters
               of
               Ierusalem
               ,
               ]
            
             The
             words
             of
             his
             mouth
             are
             most
             sweet
             and
             comfortable
             ,
             yea
             ,
             there
             is
             nothing
             in
             him
             ,
             whether
             you
             consider
             his
             Nature
             ,
             or
             his
             Offices
             ,
             his
             Active
             or
             Passive
             obedience
             ,
             but
             it
             is
             most
             lovely
             and
             amiable
             ;
             and
             therefore
             O
             my
             friends
             ,
             sith
             my
             dear
             Lord
             and
             Saviour
             ,
             is
             such
             an
             one
             as
             I
             have
             described
             unto
             you
             ,
             marvail
             not
             though
             I
             do
             thus
             earnestly
             seek
             him
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Chap.
             VI.
             
          
           
             Ver.
             1.
             
             
               WHether
               is
               thy
               Beloved
               gone
               ,
               O
               thou
               fairest
               among
               Women
               ?
               whether
               is
               thy
               Beloved
               turned
               aside
               ,
               that
               wee
               may
               seek
               him
               with
               thee
               ?
               ]
            
             Tell
             us
             O
             thou
             ,
             whom
             for
             the
             graces
             of
             God
             ,
             shining
             in
             thee
             ,
             we
             do
             honour
             above
             all
             others
             ,
             and
             who
             ,
             (
             though
             thou
             soughtedst
             to
             us
             to
             help
             thee
             to
             him
             ,
             as
             ver
             .
             8.
             )
             art
             only
             able
             to
             tell
             us
             where
             he
             is
             to
             be
             found
             .
             Tell
             us
             we
             pray
             thee
             ,
             whether
             thy
             dear
             Lord
             ,
             and
             Saviour
             ,
             is
             gone
             ,
             and
             where
             he
             useth
             to
             be
             when
             he
             absenteth
             himself
             from
             thee
             ,
             that
             we
             also
             (
             who
             by
             this
             description
             thou
             hast
             made
             of
             him
             ,
             are
             drawn
             to
             a
             love
             and
             admiration
             of
             his
             excellencies
             ,
             )
             may
             seek
             
             him
             with
             thee
             ,
             without
             whose
             help
             and
             company
             we
             have
             no
             hope
             to
             find
             him
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             2.
             
             
               My
               beloved
               is
               gone
               into
               his
               Garden
               ,
               to
               the
               beds
               of
               Spices
               ,
               to
               feed
               in
               the
               Garden
               ,
               and
               to
               gather
               Lillies
               .
               ]
            
             If
             you
             would
             indeed
             seek
             my
             dear
             Lord
             and
             Saviour
             ,
             I
             will
             tell
             you
             where
             you
             may
             find
             him
             :
             He
             is
             gone
             to
             the
             Assemblies
             of
             the
             Saints
             ,
             that
             joyn
             together
             in
             the
             use
             of
             his
             Ordinances
             ;
             that
             's
             the
             place
             of
             his
             chief
             residence
             and
             abode
             ,
             where
             He
             delights
             to
             be
             ,
             that
             's
             his
             Garden
             ,
             which
             he
             planteth
             and
             watereth
             ;
             those
             are
             his
             beds
             of
             Spices
             ,
             the
             place
             where
             the
             sweet
             graces
             of
             his
             Spirit
             grow
             ;
             there
             he
             refresheth
             himself
             ,
             with
             the
             spiritual
             service
             that
             is
             done
             to
             him
             by
             his
             Saints
             ,
             and
             gathereth
             the
             goodly
             and
             pleasant
             fruits
             of
             their
             holiness
             ,
             and
             righteousness
             ,
             to
             make
             use
             of
             them
             for
             his
             advantage
             and
             glory
             .
          
           
           
             Ver.
             3.
             
             
               I
               am
               my
               beloved's
               ,
               and
               my
               beloved
               is
               mine
               ,
               he
               feedeth
               among
               the
               Lillies
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             Now
             by
             this
             Meditation
             of
             the
             excellency
             of
             my
             Lord
             and
             Saviour
             ,
             and
             speech
             I
             have
             had
             thereof
             for
             the
             instruction
             of
             others
             ,
             and
             drawing
             them
             to
             love
             him
             ,
             I
             feel
             my
             faith
             revived
             in
             me
             ,
             and
             am
             fully
             perswaded
             ,
             that
             I
             am
             his
             dearly
             beloved
             ,
             and
             he
             with
             all
             his
             merits
             and
             graces
             are
             wholly
             mine
             ,
             See
             Chap.
             2.
             and
             ver
             .
             16.
             
          
           
             Ver.
             4.
             
             
               Thou
               art
               beautiful
               O
               my
               Love
               as
               Tirzah
               ,
               comely
               as
               Ierusalem
               ,
               terrible
               as
               an
               Army
               with
               banners
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             Though
             I
             have
             for
             thy
             sluggishness
             ,
             and
             neglecting
             me
             too
             much
             ,
             through
             thy
             carnal
             security
             ,
             withdrawn
             my self
             from
             thee
             for
             a
             time
             ,
             yet
             do
             I
             still
             esteem
             highly
             of
             thee
             ;
             for
             thou
             ,
             in
             thine
             Assemblies
             and
             Societies
             ,
             art
             in
             mine
             account
             ,
             as
             beautiful
             and
             pleasant
             for
             the
             delight
             I
             take
             in
             thee
             ,
             as
             Tirzah
             ,
             (
             which
             for
             
             that
             cause
             ,
             sundry
             of
             the
             Princes
             of
             Israel
             made
             choice
             of
             ,
             for
             their
             seat
             and
             place
             of
             aboad
             ,
             1
             Kings
             14.
             17.
             and
             15.
             33.
             and
             16.
             8
             ,
             23.
             )
             as
             comely
             for
             the
             decent
             order
             of
             them
             ,
             
               (
               Col.
            
             2.
             5.
             1
             
             Cor.
             14.
             40.
             
             )
             as
             Ierusalem
             ,
             a
             Citty
             fitly
             compact
             together
             ,
             Psa.
             122.
             3.
             which
             for
             the
             good
             order
             and
             government
             thereof
             ,
             and
             for
             the
             house
             of
             God
             in
             it
             ,
             was
             called
             the
             perfection
             of
             beauty
             ,
             and
             joy
             of
             the
             whole
             earth
             ,
             Lam.
             2.
             15.
             yea
             ,
             terrible
             ,
             in
             respect
             both
             of
             my
             word
             that
             is
             taught
             ,
             and
             my
             spiritual
             censure
             ,
             that
             are
             exercised
             in
             them
             ,
             2
             Cor.
             10.
             4
             ,
             5
             ,
             6.
             
             Psal.
             1.
             8
             ,
             12
             ,
             13.
             
             Zac.
             12.
             2
             ,
             9.
             as
             an
             Army
             with
             banners
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             5.
             
             
               Turn
               away
               thine
               eyes
               from
               me
               ,
               for
               they
               have
               over-come
               me
               ,
               thy
               hair
               is
               as
               a
               flock
               of
               Goats
               ,
               that
               appear
               from
               Gilead
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             When
             thou
             doest
             set
             thine
             eyes
             directly
             and
             stedfastly
             upon
             me
             ,
             I
             take
             so
             great
             delight
             
             and
             pleasure
             therein
             ,
             that
             I
             am
             even
             as
             it
             were
             overcome
             ,
             and
             raised
             with
             joy
             .
             See
             Chap.
             4.
             1.
             
          
           
             Ver.
             6.
             
             See
             Chap.
             4.
             2.
             
          
           
             Ver.
             7.
             
             See
             Chap.
             4.
             3.
             
          
           
             Ver.
             8.
             
             
               There
               are
               threescore
               Queens
               ,
               and
               fourscore
               Concubines
               ,
               and
               Virgins
               without
               number
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             Although
             numbers
             of
             other
             Companies
             and
             Societies
             in
             the
             world
             ,
             that
             seem
             in
             their
             outward
             glory
             and
             pomp
             ,
             that
             are
             like
             to
             the
             Queens
             and
             Concubines
             of
             some
             great
             King
             ,
             and
             the
             train
             of
             innumerable
             Virgins
             attending
             upon
             them
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             9.
             
             
               My
               Dove
               ,
               my
               undefiled
               is
               but
               one
               ,
               she
               is
               the
               only
               one
               of
               her
               Mother
               ,
               she
               is
               the
               choice
               one
               of
               her
               that
               bare
               her
               ,
               the
               Daughters
               saw
               her
               ,
               and
               blessed
               her
               ,
               yea
               ,
               the
               Queens
               and
               the
               Concubines
               ,
               and
               they
               praised
               her
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             Yet
             are
             none
             of
             them
             all
             in
             true
             glory
             and
             dignity
             to
             be
             compared
             to
             my
             Church
             ,
             who
             is
             most
             sincere
             ,
             and
             
             void
             of
             guile
             ,
             most
             pure
             ,
             and
             uncorrupt
             in
             her
             Religion
             ,
             and
             that
             worship
             she
             doth
             unto
             me
             ,
             her
             Mother
             that
             bare
             her
             ,
             
               i.
               e.
            
             that
             Ierusalem
             that
             is
             from
             above
             ,
             my
             holy
             Catholick
             Church
             ,
             where
             she
             was
             begotten
             by
             the
             word
             of
             truth
             ,
             acknowledgeth
             her
             only
             for
             her
             natural
             Child
             ,
             and
             esteems
             her
             above
             all
             others
             that
             bear
             the
             Name
             of
             her
             Children
             ;
             neither
             is
             she
             thus
             highly
             esteemed
             of
             by
             me
             ,
             and
             the
             whole
             company
             of
             holy
             and
             elect
             people
             only
             ,
             but
             all
             that
             do
             make
             but
             an
             outward
             profession
             of
             the
             faith
             ,
             when
             they
             see
             her
             ,
             and
             consider
             her
             beauty
             ,
             and
             glory
             ,
             are
             ready
             to
             speak
             all
             good
             of
             her
             ;
             yea
             ,
             even
             they
             that
             most
             abound
             in
             the
             glory
             ,
             and
             pleasures
             of
             this
             world
             ,
             cannot
             but
             praise
             and
             admire
             her
             ,
             Deut.
             4.
             6.
             
          
           
             Ver.
             10.
             
             
               Who
               is
               she
               that
               looketh
               forth
               as
               the
               Morning
               ,
               fair
               as
               the
               Noon
               ,
               clear
               as
               the
               Sun
               ,
               and
               terrible
               as
               an
            
             
             
               Army
               with
               banners
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             They
             shall
             in
             admiration
             of
             thee
             say
             ,
             who
             ,
             and
             how
             excellent
             is
             this
             blessed
             society
             of
             the
             people
             of
             God
             ;
             the
             beauty
             and
             glory
             whereof
             doth
             thus
             increase
             continually
             ,
             being
             at
             the
             first
             ,
             in
             the
             light
             and
             beauty
             of
             knowledg
             and
             grace
             ,
             but
             like
             unto
             the
             Morning
             ,
             or
             dawning
             of
             the
             day
             ,
             after
             like
             the
             Noon
             ,
             and
             never
             ceaseing
             to
             grow
             and
             increase
             till
             it
             be
             like
             the
             Sun
             it self
             ,
             in
             his
             brightness
             :
             Terrible
             also
             (
             as
             v.
             4
             )
          
           
             Ver.
             11.
             
             
               I
               went
               down
               into
               the
               Garden
               of
               Nuts
               ,
               to
               see
               the
               fruits
               of
               the
               Valley
               ,
               and
               to
               see
               whether
               the
               Vines
               flourished
               ,
               and
               the
               Pomegranets
               budded
               ]
            
             When
             I
             for
             thy
             sluggishness
             ,
             and
             too
             much
             neglect
             of
             me
             ,
             did
             seem
             to
             withdraw
             my self
             from
             thee
             ,
             I
             did
             not
             altogether
             forsake
             thee
             ,
             but
             went
             to
             visit
             thy
             publick
             Assemblies
             ,
             which
             are
             as
             a
             well-dressed
             
             and
             pruned
             Orchard
             ,
             to
             see
             and
             delight
             me
             with
             the
             beholding
             the
             beginnings
             of
             grace
             ,
             and
             first-fruits
             of
             my
             spirit
             in
             my
             people
             ;
             who
             though
             they
             grow
             in
             the
             Valley
             ,
             and
             are
             lowly
             in
             their
             own
             eyes
             ,
             yet
             are
             they
             in
             mine
             account
             as
             the
             Vine
             and
             Pomegranet
             -
             Tree
             ,
             whose
             fruit
             is
             most
             pleasant
             and
             comfortable
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             12.
             
             
               Or
               ever
               I
               was
               aware
               ,
               my
               Soul
               made
               me
               like
               the
               Chariots
               of
               Aminadab
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             When
             I
             had
             but
             a
             little
             while
             estranged
             my self
             from
             thee
             ,
             mine
             affections
             were
             so
             strongly
             bent
             unto
             thee
             ,
             that
             I
             could
             not
             be
             long
             absent
             from
             thee
             ;
             but
             on
             a
             suddain
             ,
             even
             ere
             I
             was
             aware
             ,
             I
             was
             carried
             with
             a
             vehement
             desire
             (
             as
             upon
             such
             Chariots
             as
             Noble
             men
             use
             to
             ride
             in
             )
             to
             return
             unto
             thee
             again
             ,
             and
             restore
             thee
             to
             the
             comfortable
             feeling
             of
             my
             gratious
             presence
             with
             thee
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             13.
             
             
               Return
               ,
               return
               ,
               O
               Shulamile
            
             ;
             
             
               return
               ,
               return
               ,
               that
               we
               may
               look
               upon
               thee
               ;
               what
               will
               ye
               see
               in
               the
               Shulamite
               ?
               as
               it
               were
               the
               company
               of
               two
               Armies
               ]
            
             Therefore
             since
             my
             desire
             and
             affection
             is
             such
             toward
             thee
             ,
             return
             thou
             also
             ,
             I
             earnestly
             and
             importunately
             require
             thee
             ,
             O
             Shulamite
             ,
             the
             true
             Daughter
             of
             Ierusalem
             ,
             which
             was
             antiently
             called
             Shalem
             ,
             Gen.
             14.
             18.
             
             Psal.
             76.
             2.
             
             )
             to
             thy
             former
             feeling
             and
             delight
             in
             me
             ,
             that
             I
             and
             my
             holy
             .
             Angels
             may
             behold
             it
             ,
             and
             rejoyce
             in
             it
             ,
             Luk.
             15.
             10.
             
             And
             ye
             ,
             O
             ye
             holy
             Angels
             ,
             when
             ye
             behold
             my
             Church
             ,
             what
             shall
             ye
             see
             in
             her
             ?
             Surely
             such
             a
             goodly
             and
             comfortable
             sight
             as
             Iacob
             at
             Mahanim
             ,
             Gen.
             32.
             1
             ,
             2.
             even
             the
             company
             of
             my
             people
             ,
             whom
             I
             have
             often
             compared
             to
             an
             Army
             with
             Banners
             ,
             and
             your selves
             the
             Host
             of
             God
             ,
             appointed
             to
             be
             her
             guard
             for
             her
             safety
             and
             protection
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Chap.
             VII
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             1.
             
             
               HOw
               beautiful
               are
               thy
               Feet
               with
               Shooes
               ,
               O
               Princes
               Daughter
               ;
               the
               joynts
               of
               thy
               Thighs
               are
               like
               Iewels
               ,
               the
               work
               of
               the
               hand
               of
               a
               cunning
               Workman
               ]
            
             Oh
             how
             beautiful
             and
             seemly
             in
             mine
             eys
             art
             thou
             ,
             in
             thy
             returning
             unto
             me
             :
             O
             thou
             ,
             who
             in
             respect
             of
             thy
             new
             birth
             ,
             art
             truly
             honourable
             ;
             thy
             affections
             (
             which
             as
             thy
             feet
             do
             bring
             thee
             unto
             me
             )
             being
             shod
             with
             the
             preparation
             of
             the
             Gospel
             of
             peace
             ,
             ready
             and
             prepared
             through
             the
             knowledg
             of
             the
             Gospel
             of
             peace
             ,
             to
             go
             through
             thick
             and
             thin
             after
             me
             ;
             make
             thee
             very
             amiable
             unto
             me
             ,
             and
             thy
             holy
             desires
             (
             which
             like
             the
             joynts
             of
             thy
             Thighs
             ,
             make
             thee
             nimble
             ,
             
             and
             with
             chearfulness
             and
             speed
             to
             come
             unto
             me
             )
             are
             more
             precious
             in
             my
             account
             ,
             than
             the
             richest
             Jewels
             ,
             being
             wrought
             in
             thee
             ,
             not
             by
             any
             skill
             or
             power
             of
             thine
             own
             ,
             but
             by
             the
             hand
             ,
             the
             spirit
             of
             my
             Heavenly
             Father
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             2.
             
             
               Thy
               Navel
               is
               like
               a
               round
               Goblet
               ,
               that
               wanteth
               not
               liquor
               ;
               thy
               Belly
               is
               like
               a
               heap
               of
               Wheat
               ,
               set
               about
               with
               Lillies
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             Thou
             art
             most
             fruitful
             ,
             for
             thy
             Navel
             is
             not
             dry
             ,
             but
             full
             of
             natural
             and
             kindly
             moisture
             ;
             thy
             Belly
             in
             respect
             of
             the
             fruitfulness
             of
             it
             ,
             may
             be
             compared
             to
             a
             field
             of
             Wheat
             ,
             that
             doth
             not
             only
             bear
             store
             of
             Corn
             in
             the
             mid'st
             of
             it
             ,
             but
             is
             fruitful
             ,
             even
             in
             the
             utmost
             sides
             and
             corners
             of
             it
             ,
             and
             is
             not
             fenced
             and
             encompassed
             about
             with
             a
             a
             Thorny
             hedge
             ,
             but
             with
             Lillies
             ,
             which
             as
             they
             are
             most
             pleasant
             to
             behold
             ,
             so
             use
             they
             not
             to
             grow
             and
             prosper
             ,
             but
             in
             fruitful
             soyles
             ,
             and
             
             are
             themselves
             very
             fruitful
             also
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             3.
             
             
               Thy
               two
               Breasts
               ,
               are
               like
               two
               young
               Roes
               that
               are
               Twins
               ]
            
             Thy
             Teachers
             upon
             whom
             my
             people
             hang
             like
             new-born
             Babes
             for
             the
             sincere
             Milk
             of
             the
             Word
             ,
             being
             full
             of
             chearfulness
             and
             swiftness
             ,
             do
             with
             a
             ready
             mind
             deliver
             to
             my
             people
             the
             food
             of
             their
             Souls
             ,
             and
             do
             with
             their
             mutual
             consent
             and
             agreement
             greatly
             grace
             the
             Ministry
             also
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             4
             
               Thy
               Neck
               is
               like
               a
               Tower
               of
               Ivory
               ,
               thine
               Eyes
               like
               the
               Fish-pools
               of
               Heshbon
               ,
               by
               the
               gate
               of
               Bathrabbim
               ;
               thy
               Nose
               is
               as
               the
               Tower
               of
               Lebanon
               ,
               which
               looketh
               towards
               Damascus
               ]
               q.
               d
            
             Thy
             holy
             Discipline
             and
             Government
             ,
             which
             like
             the
             neck
             ,
             supports
             the
             Doctrine
             and
             Ministry
             ,
             is
             for
             the
             strength
             and
             beauty
             of
             it
             ,
             like
             a
             Tower
             of
             Ivory
             .
             Thy
             Teachers
             and
             Ministers
             whom
             I
             have
             set
             to
             be
             the
             eyes
             for
             thy
             guidance
             and
             direction
             ,
             are
             for
             the
             clearness
             
             of
             their
             sight
             ,
             and
             the
             flocking
             of
             my
             people
             unto
             their
             Ministry
             ,
             like
             the
             Fish-pools
             in
             Heshbon
             ,
             that
             were
             by
             the
             gate
             ,
             at
             which
             ,
             the
             greatest
             number
             of
             the
             people
             were
             wont
             to
             go
             in
             and
             out
             .
             Thy
             Nose
             ,
             the
             Organ
             of
             smelling
             ,
             is
             perfectly
             featured
             like
             the
             curious
             Tower
             of
             Lebanon
             ,
             that
             looks
             toward
             Damascus
             ,
             i.
             e.
             the
             judgment
             and
             faculty
             in
             discerning
             of
             Doctrines
             ,
             and
             the
             spirits
             of
             thy
             Teachers
             is
             exact
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             5.
             
             
               Thy
               Head
               upon
               thee
               is
               like
               Carmel
               ;
               and
               the
               Hair
               of
               thine
               head
               ,
               like
               Purple
               ;
               the
               King
               is
               held
               in
               the
               Galleries
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             Thine
             Head
             is
             for
             comliness
             and
             freshness
             of
             colour
             and
             vigour
             ,
             like
             Carmel
             ,
             that
             fruitful
             Mountain
             ,
             1
             Sam.
             25.
             2.
             2
             
             King.
             19.
             23.
             
             The
             multitude
             of
             Teachers
             (
             who
             for
             their
             number
             ,
             are
             as
             the
             hair
             of
             their
             head
             )
             are
             all
             as
             Kings
             and
             Princes
             (
             whose
             manner
             was
             to
             be
             attired
             in
             Purple
             ,
             Dan.
             5.
             7
             ,
             16.
             
             29.
             
             Mar.
             15.
             17.
             )
             Rev.
             1.
             6.
             
             Zac.
             12.
             8.
             
             The
             King
             ,
             
               i.
               e.
            
             my Self
             and
             Heavenly
             Father
             ,
             are
             in
             our
             desires
             and
             affection
             (
             through
             the
             delight
             and
             pleasure
             we
             take
             in
             thee
             )
             even
             tyed
             and
             bound
             to
             be
             ever
             with
             thee
             ,
             in
             thy
             galleries
             or
             walking-place
             ;
             the
             place
             of
             thy
             publique
             meeting
             ,
             or
             holy
             Assemblies
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             6.
             
             
               Oh
               how
               fair
               ,
               and
               how
               pleasant
               art
               thou
               ,
               O
               Love
               ,
               for
               delights
               ]
            
             But
             why
             should
             I
             insist
             on
             thy
             comliness
             and
             beauty
             ,
             on
             thy
             several
             parts
             and
             members
             ;
             thou
             art
             throughout
             ,
             and
             all
             over
             ,
             (
             through
             the
             imputation
             of
             my
             perfect
             holiness
             and
             righteousness
             unto
             thee
             )
             so
             fair
             and
             beautiful
             in
             mine
             eyes
             ;
             and
             I
             do
             take
             that
             exceeding
             delight
             and
             pleasure
             in
             thee
             ,
             (
             O
             thou
             that
             art
             not
             only
             beloved
             of
             me
             ,
             but
             even
             my
             Love
             ;
             I
             love
             nothing
             else
             but
             thee
             ,
             nor
             can
             ever
             be
             weary
             of
             loving
             thee
             )
             as
             I
             am
             even
             in
             a
             vehement
             admiration
             thereof
             ,
             and
             
             can
             find
             no
             terms
             or
             comparisons
             sufficient
             to
             express
             it
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             7.
             
             
               This
               thy
               Stature
               is
               like
               to
               a
               Palme-Tree
               ,
               and
               thy
               Breasts
               to
               clusters
               of
               Grapes
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             Thou
             art
             in
             thy
             whole
             body
             like
             to
             the
             Palme-Tree
             ,
             which
             besides
             the
             pleasant
             fruit
             it
             beareth
             ,
             cannot
             be
             kept
             from
             growing
             ,
             or
             flourishing
             ,
             by
             any
             waight
             or
             burden
             that
             is
             laid
             upon
             it
             ;
             no
             affliction
             or
             persecution
             can
             hinder
             thy
             growth
             ,
             but
             it
             will
             rather
             cause
             thee
             to
             flourish
             the
             more
             ,
             Psal.
             92.
             12
             ,
             14.
             
             Thy
             Ministers
             and
             Teachers
             ,
             are
             for
             their
             comfort
             ,
             that
             their
             Doctrine
             worketh
             in
             the
             hearts
             of
             my
             people
             ,
             and
             for
             the
             plenty
             and
             abundance
             of
             fruit
             which
             they
             do
             yeild
             ,
             fitly
             compared
             unto
             clusters
             of
             Grapes
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             8.
             
             
               I
               said
               ,
               I
               will
               go
               up
               to
               the
               Palm-Tree
               ;
               I
               will
               take
               hold
               of
               the
               boughs
               thereof
               ;
               now
               also
               thy
               Breasts
               shall
               be
               as
               clusters
               of
               the
               Vine
               ,
               and
               the
               smell
            
             
             
               of
               thy
               nose
               like
               Apples
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             I
             resolved
             with
             my self
             ,
             when
             I
             saw
             how
             thou
             dost
             flourish
             ,
             and
             how
             fruitful
             thou
             art
             ,
             to
             dress
             and
             prune
             thee
             ,
             that
             thou
             mayest
             be
             more
             fruitful
             ,
             and
             to
             gather
             and
             refresh
             my self
             with
             the
             pleasant
             fruits
             of
             holiness
             ,
             and
             righteousness
             which
             thou
             bringest
             forth
             .
             yea
             ,
             I
             will
             also
             ,
             in
             joyning
             my self
             unto
             thee
             ,
             bless
             thee
             ;
             causing
             thy
             Teachers
             to
             abound
             yet
             more
             and
             more
             in
             the
             fruitfulness
             and
             comfort
             of
             their
             Doctrine
             ,
             and
             making
             such
             a
             sent
             and
             savour
             to
             come
             from
             thee
             ,
             as
             shall
             (
             like
             the
             pleasant
             Apples
             )
             refresh
             the
             spirits
             of
             my
             people
             that
             are
             ready
             to
             faint
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             9.
             
             
               And
               the
               roof
               of
               thy
               mouth
               ,
               like
               the
               best-Wine
               ,
               for
               my
               Beloved
               ,
               that
               goeth
               down
               sweetly
               ,
               causing
               the
               lips
               of
               those
               that
               are
               asleep
               ,
               to
               speak
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             And
             the
             uttering
             and
             delivering
             of
             thy
             Doctrine
             ,
             by
             the
             Preaching
             of
             my
             Ministers
             ,
             shall
             be
             for
             the
             
             comfort
             and
             benefit
             of
             my
             beloved
             ones
             ,
             like
             unto
             the
             best
             and
             strongest
             wine
             ,
             not
             only
             for
             the
             sweetness
             and
             delight
             they
             shall
             take
             in
             it
             ;
             but
             for
             its
             force
             and
             opperation
             also
             ,
             for
             it
             shall
             waken
             and
             revive
             such
             as
             are
             even
             in
             a
             dead
             sleep
             of
             sin
             ,
             and
             cause
             them
             to
             shew
             and
             declare
             it
             by
             speaking
             the
             language
             of
             Canaan
             to
             the
             praise
             and
             glory
             of
             God
             ,
             Isa.
             35.
             6.
             
          
           
             Ver.
             10.
             
             
               I
               am
               my
               Beloveds
               ,
               and
               his
               desire
               is
               towards
               me
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             Is
             it
             so
             ,
             that
             notwithstanding
             all
             my
             weakness
             &
             corruptions
             ,
             that
             thou
             esteemest
             of
             me
             ?
             Well
             then
             ,
             I
             do
             fully
             believe
             in
             my
             heart
             ,
             and
             profess
             with
             my
             mouth
             ,
             that
             I
             am
             my
             Beloveds
             dear
             Spouse
             ;
             his
             body
             ,
             flesh
             of
             his
             flesh
             ,
             and
             bone
             of
             his
             bone
             ;
             yea
             ,
             that
             I
             am
             not
             my
             own
             ,
             but
             wholly
             at
             his
             will
             and
             command
             to
             serve
             and
             obey
             him
             ;
             and
             his
             desire
             ,
             and
             his
             care
             ,
             and
             affection
             is
             wholly
             set
             upon
             me
             ,
             and
             bent
             for
             my
             good
             .
          
           
           
             Ver.
             11.
             
             
               Come
               my
               Beloved
               ,
               let
               us
               go
               forth
               into
               the
               field
               ,
               let
               us
               lodg
               in
               the
               Villages
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             Let
             us
             O
             my
             dear
             Lord
             and
             Saviour
             go
             together
             ,
             with
             patience
             and
             diligence
             ,
             using
             our
             joynt-endeavours
             to
             do
             our
             spiritual
             Husbandry
             upon
             such
             of
             thine
             Elect
             as
             are
             abroad
             in
             the
             world
             ,
             and
             do
             not
             yet
             inhabit
             the
             City
             of
             our
             good
             ,
             nor
             are
             Members
             of
             his
             visible
             Church
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             12.
             
             
               Let
               us
               get
               up
               early
               to
               the
               Vineyards
               ;
               let
               us
               see
               if
               the
               Vine
               flourish
               ,
               whether
               the
               tender
               grape
               appear
               ,
               and
               the
               Pomegranets
               bud
               forth
               ;
               there
               will
               I
               give
               thee
               my
               Love
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             Let
             us
             with
             speed
             and
             diligence
             comfort
             and
             visit
             all
             those
             Nations
             and
             people
             ,
             whom
             God
             in
             his
             Council
             and
             decree
             ,
             hath
             determined
             to
             call
             and
             make
             his
             Church
             ,
             in
             whom
             (
             though
             they
             yet
             bear
             no
             fruit
             unto
             him
             )
             he
             doth
             already
             by
             his
             grace
             ,
             work
             some
             aptness
             and
             readiness
             to
             receive
             and
             embrace
             the
             means
             of
             their
             Salvation
             ,
             
             and
             to
             bring
             forth
             the
             pleasant
             fruits
             of
             righteousness
             to
             God
             ;
             let
             us
             I
             say
             ,
             use
             the
             means
             with
             all
             diligence
             that
             they
             may
             be
             called
             and
             converted
             ,
             and
             with
             patience
             expect
             fruit
             from
             them
             .
             
               [
               There
               will
               I
               give
               thee
               my
               loves
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             there
             and
             among
             the
             people
             (
             whether
             this
             be
             meant
             of
             the
             calling
             of
             the
             Gentiles
             in
             the
             Apostles
             days
             ,
             or
             of
             the
             conversion
             of
             the
             Jews
             )
             thou
             shalt
             more
             fully
             enjoy
             me
             ,
             and
             beget
             Children
             of
             me
             unto
             God
             ,
             then
             ever
             yet
             thou
             did'st
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             13.
             
             
               The
               Mandrakes
               give
               a
               smell
               ,
               &
               at
               our
               gates
               are
               all
               manner
               of
               pleasant
               fruits
               ,
               new
               and
               old
               ,
               which
               I
               have
               laid
               up
               for
               thee
               ,
               O
               my
               Beloved
               ]
            
             Let
             us
             the
             rather
             do
             this
             ,
             because
             the
             time
             is
             even
             come
             ,
             that
             those
             ,
             thine
             Elect
             ,
             which
             are
             yet
             without
             thy
             visible
             Church
             ,
             should
             be
             called
             and
             made
             fruitful
             unto
             God
             ;
             those
             among
             them
             that
             will
             not
             only
             bear
             fruit
             themselves
             ,
             but
             also
             provoke
             others
             
             to
             do
             the
             like
             ,
             do
             (
             even
             as
             it
             were
             already
             )
             begin
             to
             shew
             themselves
             ;
             yea
             ,
             the
             fruits
             of
             righteousness
             and
             holiness
             of
             all
             sorts
             ,
             which
             we
             take
             pleasure
             in
             ,
             are
             even
             at
             our
             gates
             ready
             for
             us
             to
             receive
             and
             refresh
             our selves
             withal
             ,
             which
             the
             Nations
             are
             apt
             to
             yield
             upon
             the
             Husbandry
             we
             shall
             do
             upon
             them
             ,
             and
             means
             we
             shall
             use
             for
             their
             Conversion
             ;
             yea
             ,
             the
             fruits
             of
             the
             Gospel
             ,
             which
             these
             Nations
             shall
             yeild
             ,
             are
             even
             the
             chiefest
             dainties
             which
             I
             have
             laid
             up
             and
             reserved
             for
             thee
             ,
             O
             my
             dear
             Lord
             and
             Saviour
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Chap.
             VIII
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             1.
             
             O
             
               That
               thou
               wert
               as
               my
               Brother
               ,
               that
               sucked
               the
               breasts
               of
               my
               Mother
               ,
               when
               I
               should
               find
               thee
               without
               ,
               I
               would
               kiss
               thee
               ,
               yet
               ,
               I
               would
               not
               be
               despised
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             O
             that
             the
             day
             were
             come
             ,
             wherein
             thou
             by
             taking
             our
             nature
             upon
             thee
             ,
             shall
             become
             my
             Brother
             ,
             Heb.
             2.
             11
             ,
             14.
             and
             make
             thy self
             under
             the
             same
             Law
             ,
             that
             we
             are
             subject
             to
             ,
             submitting
             thy self
             to
             all
             the
             Ordinances
             ,
             whereby
             my
             Mother
             (
             the
             holy
             Catholick
             Church
             ,
             )
             doth
             give
             suck
             and
             nourishment
             unto
             her
             children
             ;
             then
             would
             I
             more
             openly
             and
             familiarly
             converse
             with
             thee
             ,
             and
             testifie
             both
             my
             homage
             and
             
             love
             unto
             thee
             ;
             and
             yet
             (
             and
             yet
             so
             clearly
             ,
             that
             thy
             glory
             shall
             be
             manifested
             to
             the
             world
             ,
             as
             )
             all
             men
             shall
             count
             thee
             worthy
             of
             that
             duty
             I
             shall
             do
             unto
             thee
             ,
             and
             not
             despise
             me
             for
             it
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             2.
             
             
               I
               would
               lead
               thee
               and
               bring
               thee
               to
               my
               mothers
               house
               ,
               who
               would
               instruct
               me
               :
               I
               would
               cause
               thee
               to
               drink
               of
               spiced
               wine
               ,
               of
               the
               juice
               of
               my
               Pomegranate
               .
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             Then
             would
             I
             ,
             (
             when
             thou
             hast
             first
             revealed
             thy self
             unto
             me
             ,
             and
             vouchsafed
             me
             the
             honour
             ,
             that
             by
             my
             means
             ,
             thou
             shouldst
             first
             be
             made
             known
             to
             the
             Gentiles
             ,
             bring
             thee
             forth
             by
             publishing
             thy
             Gospel
             unto
             all
             Nations
             ,
             )
             into
             the
             Assemblies
             and
             solemn
             Meetings
             of
             the
             universal
             Church
             (
             whose
             daughter
             I
             am
             ,
             )
             where
             I
             shall
             be
             more
             fully
             instructed
             in
             thy
             will
             ,
             then
             hitherto
             I
             have
             been
             ;
             then
             would
             I
             entertain
             thee
             with
             a
             royal
             feast
             ,
             of
             the
             manifold
             and
             divers
             
             graces
             of
             thy
             people
             ,
             wherein
             I
             know
             thou
             would
             take
             more
             delight
             ,
             then
             any
             man
             taketh
             in
             the
             wine
             ,
             that
             is
             most
             delicately
             spiced
             ,
             or
             in
             the
             most
             comfortable
             juice
             of
             the
             Pomgranate
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             3.
             
             
               His
               left
               hand
               should
               be
               under
               my
               head
               ,
               and
               his
               right
               hand
               should
               imbrace
               me
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             Then
             will
             my
             dear
             Lord
             and
             Saviour
             wholly
             rest
             and
             repose
             him
             in
             my
             bosom
             ;
             then
             shall
             I
             enjoy
             his
             comfortable
             and
             loving
             embracings
             ,
             and
             have
             more
             full
             and
             sweet
             communion
             with
             him
             then
             formerly
             I
             have
             had
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             4.
             
             
               I
               charge
               you
               O
               ye
               daughters
               of
               Ierusalem
               ,
               that
               ye
               stir
               not
               up
               ,
               nor
               awake
               my
               love
               until
               he
               please
               ,
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             I
             do
             in
             most
             earnest
             manner
             require
             you
             all
             ,
             ye
             that
             profess
             your selves
             Members
             of
             the
             visible
             Church
             ,
             that
             you
             do
             no
             way
             by
             the
             least
             aversion
             ,
             disquiet
             or
             interrupt
             this
             my
             sweet
             peace
             and
             comfort
             ,
             I
             
             have
             so
             long
             as
             he
             shall
             please
             in
             his
             mercy
             to
             continue
             it
             unto
             me
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             5.
             
             
               (
               Who
               is
               this
               that
               cometh
               up
               from
               the
               Wilderness
               leaning
               upon
               her
               Beloved
               ?
               )
               I
               raised
               thee
               up
               under
               the
               Apple-tree
               ,
               there
               thy
               Mother
               brought
               thee
               forth
               ,
               there
               she
               brought
               thee
               forth
               that
               bare
               thee
               .
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             Then
             and
             in
             those
             daies
             it
             shall
             be
             said
             of
             me
             ,
             who
             ,
             or
             how
             excellent
             a
             person
             is
             this
             ,
             that
             forsaking
             in
             her
             affections
             ,
             and
             leaving
             the
             World
             ,
             (
             which
             is
             as
             barren
             and
             uncomfortable
             to
             live
             in
             ,
             as
             any
             wilderness
             ,
             Isa.
             40.
             3.
             
             )
             and
             renouncing
             the
             pleasures
             ,
             and
             delights
             of
             it
             ,
             resteth
             wholly
             on
             her
             beloved
             Lord
             and
             Saviour
             ;
             I
             have
             not
             now
             of
             late
             begun
             to
             love
             thee
             O
             my
             dear
             Lord
             and
             Saviour
             ,
             but
             I
             raised
             thee
             up
             ,
             and
             laying
             hold
             on
             thee
             by
             faith
             ,
             stirred
             up
             thy
             love
             towards
             me
             ,
             even
             under
             that
             Apple
             Tree
             ,
             where
             ,
             after
             I
             had
             by
             the
             subtilty
             of
             the
             Serpent
             ,
             destroyed
             
             my self
             ,
             the
             Lord
             restored
             me
             to
             life
             by
             that
             gratious
             promise
             ,
             Gen.
             3.
             15.
             
             In
             that
             place
             ,
             and
             that
             time
             ,
             wert
             thou
             first
             by
             faith
             formed
             in
             the
             womb
             of
             the
             Catholick
             Church
             ,
             Gal.
             4.
             19.
             and
             brought
             to
             light
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             6.
             
             
               Set
               me
               as
               a
               Seal
               upon
               thine
               heart
               ,
               as
               a
               Seal
               upon
               thine
               arm
               ,
               for
               love
               is
               strong
               as
               death
               ,
               jealousie
               is
               cruel
               as
               the
               grave
               ,
               the
               coales
               thereof
               ,
               are
               coales
               of
               fire
               ,
               which
               hath
               a
               most
               vehement
               flame
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             be
             thou
             never
             unmindful
             of
             me
             ,
             but
             let
             me
             be
             as
             the
             impression
             of
             a
             Seal
             ,
             both
             in
             thine
             heart
             ,
             and
             in
             thine
             eye
             continually
             ;
             for
             love
             requires
             love
             ,
             and
             my
             love
             to
             thee
             ,
             is
             so
             Ardent
             and
             strong
             ,
             that
             I
             can
             no
             more
             resist
             it
             ,
             then
             a
             man
             is
             able
             to
             resist
             ,
             and
             withstand
             Death
             it self
             ,
             against
             which
             it
             a
             were
             a
             solly
             for
             any
             to
             strive
             ,
             and
             contend
             ;
             and
             my
             jealousie
             ,
             lest
             any
             should
             bereave
             me
             of
             thy
             love
             ,
             or
             any
             thing
             
             alienate
             thy
             affection
             from
             me
             ,
             consumeth
             me
             like
             the
             grave
             ;
             in
             which
             respect
             also
             it
             's
             like
             to
             the
             hottest
             fire
             ,
             the
             most
             fumous
             and
             raging
             flame
             that
             devours
             all
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             7.
             
             
               Many
               waters
               cannot
               quench
               love
               ,
               neither
               can
               the
               floods
               drown
               it
               :
               if
               a
               man
               would
               give
               all
               the
               Substance
               of
               his
               house
               for
               love
               ,
               it
               would
               be
               utterly
               contemned
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             yea
             ,
             my
             love
             to
             thee
             is
             is
             not
             only
             so
             ardent
             and
             strong
             ,
             but
             durable
             and
             unchangeable
             ,
             no
             floods
             of
             persecution
             and
             affliction
             shall
             ever
             be
             able
             to
             quench
             it
             ;
             nor
             if
             all
             the
             delights
             and
             pleasures
             of
             the
             World
             should
             be
             offered
             me
             to
             draw
             away
             my
             love
             from
             thee
             ,
             I
             would
             utterly
             despise
             them
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             8.
             
             
               We
               have
               a
               little
               Sister
               ,
               and
               she
               hath
               no
               breasts
               ,
               what
               shall
               we
               do
               for
               our
               Sister
               ,
               when
               she
               shall
               be
               spoken
               for
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             We
             have
             the
             Church
             of
             the
             Gentiles
             ,
             which
             in
             
             the
             eternal
             Council
             of
             God
             ,
             is
             our
             Sister
             ,
             and
             is
             yet
             in
             her
             non-age
             ,
             not
             ripe
             for
             marriage
             ,
             being
             unable
             through
             the
             want
             of
             thy
             serving
             Ordinances
             ,
             to
             bring
             forth
             or
             nourish
             any
             Children
             unto
             thee
             ,
             when
             the
             time
             shall
             come
             ,
             that
             she
             shall
             grow
             riper
             in
             years
             ,
             and
             her
             friends
             shall
             set
             her
             forth
             ,
             and
             speak
             for
             her
             ,
             (
             as
             the
             manner
             is
             to
             do
             for
             Maids
             to
             be
             bestowed
             in
             Marriage
             ,
             )
             
               i.
               e.
            
             when
             the
             time
             shall
             come
             that
             God
             in
             his
             decrees
             hath
             set
             for
             her
             calling
             and
             conversion
             ,
             and
             when
             all
             the
             faithful
             shall
             labour
             by
             their
             prayers
             to
             further
             it
             ,
             what
             shall
             we
             do
             for
             her
             ,
             what
             wilt
             thou
             out
             of
             the
             richness
             of
             thy
             wisdom
             and
             grace
             ,
             and
             what
             shall
             I
             when
             thou
             wilt
             be
             pleased
             to
             use
             me
             ,
             as
             thine
             instrument
             in
             this
             work
             ,
             do
             to
             increase
             and
             adorn
             her
             ?
          
           
             Ver.
             9.
             
             
               If
               she
               be
               a
               Wall
               ,
               we
               will
               build
               upon
               her
               ,
               a
               Palace
               of
               Silver
               :
               and
            
             
             
               if
               she
               be
               a
               door
               ,
               we
               will
               inclose
               her
               with
               boards
               of
               Cedar
               .
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             If
             the
             Church
             shall
             enjoy
             the
             benefit
             and
             defence
             of
             a
             good
             Government
             ,
             we
             ,
             
               i.
               e.
            
             I
             by
             thy
             Ministry
             will
             make
             it
             a
             glorious
             Church
             ,
             like
             to
             a
             stately
             and
             sumptuous
             Palace
             ,
             meet
             for
             the
             King
             of
             Glory
             to
             dwell
             in
             ;
             if
             she
             shall
             for
             a
             time
             want
             the
             benefit
             ,
             and
             have
             only
             the
             help
             of
             the
             sound
             doctrine
             of
             Salvation
             ,
             through
             faith
             in
             me
             ,
             (
             who
             am
             the
             door
             ,
             whereby
             mine
             Elect
             enter
             into
             the
             Kingdom
             of
             grace
             and
             glory
             ,
             Io.
             10.
             7
             ,
             9.
             )
             then
             will
             we
             so
             strongly
             inclose
             and
             fence
             this
             doctrine
             ,
             by
             my
             providence
             and
             powerful
             assistance
             of
             my
             Spirit
             ,
             as
             it
             shall
             never
             decay
             ,
             nor
             the
             gates
             of
             Hell
             prevail
             against
             it
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             10.
             
             
               I
               am
               a
               wall
               ,
               and
               my
               breasts
               like
               Towers
               ,
               then
               was
               I
               in
               his
               eyes
               as
               one
               that
               found
               favour
               .
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             O
             my
             dear
             Lord
             and
             Saviour
             ,
             let
             this
             thy
             promise
             be
             fulfilled
             to
             
             the
             new
             estate
             of
             thy
             Church
             ,
             for
             (
             fore-seeing
             by
             Faith
             ,
             and
             being
             fully
             assured
             of
             that
             glorious
             and
             blessed
             estate
             I
             shall
             be
             in
             at
             that
             time
             ,
             when
             the
             Gentiles
             shall
             be
             called
             ,
             as
             if
             it
             were
             already
             come
             to
             pass
             .
             )
             I
             do
             in
             thankfulness
             and
             joy
             of
             heart
             ,
             profess
             and
             glory
             ,
             that
             I
             am
             ,
             for
             the
             strength
             and
             defence
             I
             have
             ,
             through
             the
             government
             thou
             hast
             established
             in
             me
             ,
             as
             a
             strong
             Wall
             ;
             and
             my
             Ministry
             ,
             by
             which
             ,
             as
             by
             breasts
             I
             nourish
             my
             Children
             ,
             is
             through
             the
             abundance
             of
             the
             sincere
             Milk
             of
             the
             Word
             ,
             wherewith
             it
             is
             furnished
             like
             unto
             great
             Towers
             ;
             in
             respect
             whereof
             ,
             I
             shall
             be
             most
             acceptable
             unto
             thee
             ,
             and
             thine
             affection
             and
             favour
             shall
             be
             increased
             towards
             me
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             11.
             
             
               Solomon
               had
               a
               Vineyard
            
             ]
             (
             in
             a
             most
             fruitful
             place
             ,
             even
             )
             at
             Baal-hamon
             ]
             a
             place
             ,
             that
             as
             far
             exceeds
             others
             in
             fruitfulness
             ,
             as
             the
             
             Lord
             and
             Master
             doth
             excel
             in
             dignity
             ;
             the
             multitude
             of
             his
             Servants
             and
             Followers
             that
             are
             under
             him
             ;
             he
             could
             not
             dwell
             in
             this
             Vineyard
             ,
             nor
             keep
             it
             ,
             and
             dress
             it
             himself
             ,
             but
             was
             fain
             to
             let
             it
             out
             to
             others
             that
             might
             keep
             and
             dress
             it
             ;
             yet
             received
             he
             much
             benefit
             by
             this
             his
             Vineyard
             ,
             for
             every
             of
             his
             Tenants
             and
             Farmers
             that
             did
             Husband
             it
             ,
             brought
             unto
             him
             for
             his
             Rent
             ,
             1000
             pieces
             of
             Silver
             ;
             which
             amounts
             unto
             125.
             l.
             
          
           
             Ver.
             12.
             
             
               My
               Beloved
               which
               is
               mine
               ,
               is
               before
               me
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             But
             my
             Church
             ,
             which
             is
             my
             Vineyard
             ,
             is
             always
             in
             my
             sight
             ;
             I
             dwell
             in
             it
             my self
             ,
             watch
             it
             ,
             and
             dress
             it
             my self
             ,
             and
             put
             it
             not
             forth
             to
             others
             ,
             though
             I
             use
             the
             help
             and
             ministry
             of
             my
             Servants
             ,
             both
             in
             planting
             and
             watering
             of
             it
             ,
             in
             watching
             ,
             keeping
             ,
             &
             dressing
             of
             it
             ;
             yet
             am
             I
             with
             them
             alwaies
             my self
             ,
             as
             the
             Chief
             and
             Master-Work-man
             ;
             and
             do
             encrease
             ,
             
             strengthen
             ,
             and
             bless
             their
             labours
             ,
             work
             with
             ,
             and
             by
             them
             ;
             if
             I
             be
             from
             them
             ,
             they
             can
             do
             nothing
             .
             And
             therefore
             ,
             whereas
             thou
             O
             Solomon
             ,
             received'st
             but
             five
             parts
             of
             the
             increase
             of
             thy
             Vineyard
             ,
             how
             fruitful
             soever
             it
             be
             ,
             and
             are
             fain
             to
             allow
             a
             sixth
             part
             thereof
             to
             them
             that
             dress
             and
             keep
             it
             ;
             the
             whole
             profit
             and
             fruit
             that
             my
             Vineyard
             ,
             (
             my
             Church
             )
             doth
             yeild
             ,
             redoundeth
             wholly
             to
             my Self
             ;
             and
             my
             Servants
             that
             labour
             in
             it
             ,
             work
             not
             for
             themselves
             ,
             but
             Me
             alone
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             13.
             
             
               Thou
               that
               dwellest
               in
               the
               Gardens
               ,
               the
               Companions
               hearken
               to
               to
               thy
               Voyce
               ,
               cause
               me
               to
               hear
               it
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             O
             my
             dear
             Church
             and
             Spouse
             ,
             who
             hast
             thy
             chief
             aboad
             ,
             and
             art
             most
             seen
             in
             the
             Assemblies
             ,
             where
             my
             people
             meet
             together
             to
             worship
             me
             ,
             which
             both
             for
             the
             pleasantness
             and
             fruitfulness
             ,
             are
             like
             to
             the
             choicest
             and
             sweetest
             Gardens
             ;
             all
             the
             faithful
             
             which
             have
             a
             most
             near
             communion
             with
             me
             ,
             and
             among
             themselves
             ,
             will
             hearken
             unto
             thy
             voyce
             and
             ministry
             ;
             let
             me
             by
             their
             prayers
             and
             praises
             ,
             and
             holy
             confessions
             they
             make
             of
             my
             truth
             ,
             wherein
             thou
             hast
             instructed
             them
             ,
             hear
             and
             discern
             that
             they
             have
             indeed
             hearkened
             unto
             thee
             ;
             for
             therein
             shall
             I
             take
             great
             comfort
             and
             delight
             .
          
           
             Ver.
             14.
             
             
               Make
               hast
               my
               Beloved
               ,
               and
               be
               thou
               like
               to
               a
               Roe
               ,
               or
               to
               a
               young
               Hart
               upon
               the
               Mountains
               of
               Spices
               ]
               q.
               d.
            
             O
             my
             dear
             Lord
             and
             Saviour
             ,
             do
             thou
             soon
             finish
             these
             days
             of
             sin
             and
             misery
             ,
             and
             be
             thou
             like
             the
             Roe
             or
             young
             Hart
             in
             thy
             speed
             in
             comeing
             to
             judgment
             ,
             and
             gathering
             together
             all
             thine
             Elect
             ,
             to
             take
             them
             with
             thee
             into
             thy
             Kingdom
             ,
             which
             as
             it
             is
             fitly
             compared
             unto
             a
             Mountain
             ,
             because
             it
             is
             in
             the
             highest
             Heavens
             ,
             so
             may
             it
             be
             called
             a
             Mountain
             of
             Spices
             ,
             because
             there
             shall
             be
             fulness
             of
             joy
             and
             pleasures
             for
             ever
             more
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           CANTIC
           .
           I.
           
        
         
           
             CHAP.
             I.
             
          
           
             
               Verse
               1.
               
            
             
               THe
               Song
               of
               Songs
               ,
               which
               is
               Solomons
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               2.
               
            
             
               O
               let
               him
               joyn
               his
               lips
               to
               mine
               ,
            
             
               And
               solace
               mine
               with
               his
               :
            
             
               Thy
               matchless
               love
               excelleth
               wine
               ,
            
             
               (
               No
               Vintage
               joy
               like
               this
               .
               )
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               3.
               
            
             
               The
               savour
               thy
               good
               Oyntments
               shed
               ;
            
             
               The
               Odours
               of
               thy
               name
               :
            
             
               The
               Virgins
               hearts
               have
               ravished
               ,
            
             
               And
               their
               desires
               enflame
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Ver.
               4.
               
            
             
               Draw
               me
               ,
               we
               will
               run
               after
               thee
               :
            
             
               (
               Ther
               's
               none
               but
               thou
               can
               do
               't
               )
               :
            
             
               Me
               hath
               the
               King
               (
               where
               I
               would
               be
               )
            
             
               Into
               his
               Chambers
               brought
               .
            
             
               Thus
               made
               glad
               ,
               wee
               'l
               rejoyce
               therein
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               loves
               (
               so
               far
               above
               ,
               )
            
             
               We
               will
               remember
               more
               than
               wine
               :
            
             
               Thee
               do
               the
               upright
               love
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               5.
               
            
             
               You
               Daughters
               of
               Ierusalem
               ,
            
             
               I
               'm
               black
               ,
               but
               comely
               so
               :
            
             
               Thus
               both
               as
               Ismaels
               Tents
               I
               seem
               ,
            
             
               And
               Solomons
               Curtains
               too
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               6.
               
            
             
               Look
               not
               upon
               me
               ,
               cease
               to
               gaze
               ,
            
             
               Now
               we
               so
               black
               you
               see
               ;
            
             
               Because
               the
               Sun
               ,
               with
               scorching
               rayes
               ,
            
             
               Hath
               so
               discoloured
               me
               .
            
             
               My
               Mothers
               Children
               me
               betray'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               their
               anger
               ,
               they
            
             
               Me
               keeper
               of
               the
               Vineyards
               made
               ;
            
             
               But
               mine
               neglected
               lay
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               7.
               
            
             
               My
               Dearest
               ,
               unto
               me
               make
               known
               ,
            
             
               Where
               thou
               dost
               feed
               thy
               Flock
               .
            
             
             
               Where
               thou
               dost
               make
               them
               rest
               at
               noon
               '
            
             
               By
               what
               cool
               stream
               or
               rock
               ,
               )
            
             
               Lest
               I
               should
               be
               as
               one
               of
               them
               ,
            
             
               That
               turn
               aside
               to
               those
               ,
            
             
               Their
               Flocks
               ,
               which
               thy
               Companions
               seem
               ,
            
             
               But
               are
               disguised
               Foes
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               8.
               
            
             
               O
               thou
               ,
               whose
               beauty
               doth
               excell
            
             
               All
               others
               of
               thy
               Sex
               ;
            
             
               If
               this
               ,
               because
               thou
               can'st
               not
               tell
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               troubled
               mind
               perplex
               ;
            
             
               Go
               forth
               ,
               and
               in
               those
               foot-steps
               tread
               ,
            
             
               Those
               tracts
               ,
               the
               Flock
               frequents
               ;
            
             
               And
               thou
               thy
               Kids
               securely
               feed
               ,
            
             
               Besides
               the
               Shepherds
               Tents
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               9.
               
            
             
               My
               Love
               ,
               I
               have
               compared
               thee
            
             
               Unto
               those
               stately
               Steeds
               ,
            
             
               Which
               in
               King
               Pharoahs
               Charots
               be
               ,
            
             
               (
               So
               much
               thy
               praise
               exceeds
               .
               )
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               10.
               
            
             
               Thy
               Cheeks
               are
               comely
               ,
               and
               thy
               Neck
               ,
            
             
               (
               To
               all
               ,
               that
               do
               behold
               )
            
             
               Those
               ,
               with
               these
               rows
               of
               Jewels
               deckt
               ,
            
             
               This
               ,
               with
               that
               chaine
               of
               Gold.
               
            
          
           
             
             
               Ver.
               11.
               
            
             
               (
               That
               thou
               may'st
               yet
               more
               splendid
            
             
               And
               more
               illustrious
               be
               ,
               )
               shew
               ,
            
             
               Borders
               of
               gold
               will
               we
               bestow
               ,
            
             
               With
               silver
               studs
               on
               thee
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               12.
               
            
             
               My
               Spikenard
               ,
               while
               the
               King
               doth
               sit
               ,
            
             
               And
               entertain
               his
               guests
               ,
            
             
               At
               his
               full
               Table
               ,
               then
               of
               it
               ,
            
             
               How
               is
               the
               smell
               dispers'd
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               13.
               
            
             
               A
               bundle
               of
               refreshing
               Myrrh
            
             
               To
               me
               ,
               is
               my
               Beloved
               ;
            
             
               Hee'st
               lye
               betwixt
               my
               breasts
               ,
               and
               there
            
             
               Rest
               all
               night
               un-removed
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               14.
               
            
             
               As
               Camphire-clusters
               ,
               when
               they
               blow
               ,
            
             
               Is
               my
               Beloved
               to
               me
               ;
            
             
               As
               those
               ,
               which
               in
               those
               Vineyards
               grow
               ,
            
             
               Which
               in
               Engedi
               be
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               15.
               
            
             
               Behold
               thou'
               rt
               very
               fair
               my
               Love
               ,
            
             
               Behold
               thou'
               rt
               very
               fair
               ;
            
             
               Thou
               by
               thine
               eyes
               ,
               might'st
               be
               a
               Dove
               ,
            
             
               (
               So
               milde
               ,
               and
               chaste
               they
               are
               .
               )
            
          
           
             
             
               Ver
               16.
               
            
             
               All
               beauties
               ,
               my
               Beloved
               ,
               show
            
             
               In
               thee
               ,
               and
               there
               are
               seen
               :
            
             
               Behold
               thou'
               rt
               faire
               ,
               and
               pleasant
               too
               ;
            
             
               Also
               our
               bed
               is
               green
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               17.
               
            
             
               The
               beams
               ,
               which
               o're
               our
               house
               are
               laid
               ,
            
             
               And
               every
               Mansion
               there
               ,
            
             
               Are
               all
               of
               goodly
               Cedar
               made
               ;
            
             
               Our
               Rafters
               are
               of
               Firr
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Chap.
             II.
             
          
           
             
               Ver.
               1.
               
            
             
               A
               Rose
               ,
               when
               it
               doth
               freshly
               blow
               ,
            
             
               The
               
               Sharon-Rose
               am
               I
               ;
            
             
               The
               Lillie
               of
               the
               Valley
               too
               ,
            
             
               (
               And
               all
               their
               praise
               out-vie
               .
               )
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               2.
               
            
             
               And
               as
               the
               Lillies
               to
               the
               briers
               ,
            
             
               When
               these
               encompass
               this
               ;
            
             
               So
               my
               fair
               Love
               ,
               when
               she
               appears
            
             
               Amongst
               the
               Daughters
               ,
               is
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               3.
               
            
             
               As
               the
               fair
               fruitful
               Apple-tree
               ,
            
             
               Amongst
               the
               Forrest
               ones
               ;
            
             
             
               Soe's
               my
               Beloved
               ,
               such
               is
               he
               ,
            
             
               Compared
               with
               the
               Sonnes
               .
            
             
               Under
               his
               shaddow
               I
               sat
               down
               ,
            
             
               Where
               my
               delight
               surpast
               ,
            
             
               And
               his
               rare
               fruit
               (
               before
               unknown
               )
            
             
               Was
               sweet
               unto
               my
               tast
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               4.
               
            
             
               He
               brought
               me
               to
               his
               Banquet-house
               ,
            
             
               (
               For
               entertainments
               made
               ,
               )
            
             
               And
               love
               ,
               was
               over
               me
               ,
               his
               Spouse
               ,
            
             
               The
               Banner
               he
               displaid
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               5.
               
            
             
               Stay
               me
               with
               Flagons
               ,
               stay
               me
               soon
               ,
            
             
               With
               Apples
               ;
               O
               remove
            
             
               These
               fainting
               fits
               ,
               or
               ere
               I
               swoon
               ,
            
             
               For
               I
               am
               sick
               of
               Love.
               
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               6.
               
            
             
               Under
               my
               head
               ,
               when
               I
               take
               rest
               ,
            
             
               He
               doth
               his
               left
               hand
               place
               ;
            
             
               And
               with
               his
               right
               hand
               o're
               my
               breast
               ,
            
             
               He
               doth
               me
               fast
               embrace
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               7.
               
            
             
               You
               Daughters
               of
               Ierusalem
               ,
            
             
               I
               ,
               by
               the
               Rose
               ,
               and
               Hind
               ,
            
             
             
               Adjure
               you
               ,
               and
               by
               all
               of
               them
               ,
            
             
               The
               fields
               have
               of
               their
               kind
               ,
            
             
               Now
               my
               Beloved
               takes
               his
               ease
               ,
            
             
               That
               you
               due
               silence
               keep
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               stir
               him
               up
               ,
               until
               he
               please
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               once
               disturb
               his
               sleep
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               8.
               
            
             
               'T
               is
               my
               Beloved's
               voyce
               I
               hear
               ,
            
             
               Behold
               he
               's
               coming
               still
               :
            
             
               Leaping
               upon
               the
               Mountains
               there
               ,
            
             
               Skipping
               from
               hill
               to
               hill
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               9.
               
            
             
               Like
               a
               swift
               Roe
               is
               my
               Belov'd
               ,
            
             
               Like
               a
               young
               Hart
               he
               is
               ;
            
             
               Loe
               he
               behind
               our
               wall
               remov'd
               ,
            
             
               Looks
               through
               the
               Lattices
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               10.
               
            
             
               To
               me
               then
               my
               Beloved
               spake
               ,
            
             
               Rise
               up
               and
               do
               not
               stay
               ;
            
             
               'T
               is
               time
               to
               rise
               ,
               my
               Love
               ;
               awake
               ,
            
             
               My
               fair
               one
               ;
               come
               away
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               11.
               
            
             
               For
               loe
               ,
               the
               Winter
               now
               is
               past
               ,
            
             
               (
               Which
               was
               so
               sharp
               and
               sore
               ,
               )
            
             
               The
               threatning
               rains
               (
               which
               fell
               so
               fast
               )
            
             
               Are
               gone
               ,
               &
               clean
               blown
               o're
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Ver.
               12.
               
            
             
               The
               flourie
               spring
               adorns
               the
               Earth
               ,
            
             
               Birds
               sing
               in
               shadie
               groves
               ,
            
             
               The
               Turtles
               (
               't
               is
               a
               time
               of
               mirth
               )
            
             
               Now
               murmur
               to
               their
               loves
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               13.
               
            
             
               Fig-trees
               put
               forth
               green
               Figgs
               ,
               likewise
            
             
               Vines
               tender
               grapes
               ,
               and
               they
            
             
               Smell
               ;
               O
               how
               sweet
               ,
               my
               Love
               ,
               Arise
               ,
            
             
               My
               fair
               one
               ,
               come
               away
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               14.
               
            
             
               My
               Dove
               ,
               who
               in
               the
               Rock
               dost
               bide
               ,
            
             
               Within
               the
               clifts
               immur'd
               ,
            
             
               Who
               dost
               within
               the
               stairs
               reside
               ,
            
             
               There
               secretly
               obscur'd
               :
            
             
               Thy
               countenance
               to
               me
               disclose
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               voice
               to
               me
               advance
               ;
            
             
               For
               sweet
               is
               thy
               melodious
               voice
               ,
            
             
               Comely
               thy
               countenance
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               15.
               
            
             
               For
               us
               the
               ravening
               Foxes
               take
               ,
            
             
               Spare
               neither
               old
               nor
               young
               ,
            
             
               Which
               of
               our
               Vines
               such
               havock
               make
               ,
            
             
               For
               they
               have
               Grapes
               begun
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Ver.
               16.
               
            
             
               He
               ,
               who
               is
               my
               Beloved
               indeed
               ,
            
             
               Is
               mine
               and
               I
               am
               his
               ,
            
             
               The
               place
               ,
               where
               he
               delights
               to
               feed
               ,
            
             
               Amongst
               the
               Lillies
               is
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               17.
               
            
             
               Till
               day
               ,
               my
               Dear
               ,
               it
               's
               light
               impart
               ,
            
             
               And
               duskie
               shaddow
               's
               flee
               ,
            
             
               Turn
               thou
               ,
               and
               like
               a
               Roe
               ,
               or
               Hart
               ,
            
             
               On
               Bether
               Mountains
               be
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Chap.
             III.
             
          
           
             
               Ver.
               1.
               
            
             
               BY
               night
               ,
               upon
               my
               Bed
               ,
               I
               sought
            
             
               Him
               ,
               whom
               my
               Soul
               doth
               love
               .
            
             
               I
               sought
               him
               ,
               but
               I
               found
               him
               not
               ,
            
             
               My
               pains
               did
               fruitless
               prove
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               2.
               
            
             
               Perplexed
               I
               resolv'd
               to
               rise
               ,
            
             
               And
               search
               the
               Citty
               round
               ,
            
             
               Both
               narrow
               streets
               ,
               and
               broader
               wayes
               ,
            
             
               At
               least
               till
               I
               had
               found
               .
            
             
             
               Thus
               searching
               ,
               I
               pursu'd
               more
               hot
               ,
            
             
               Him
               ,
               whom
               my
               soul
               doth
               love
               ;
            
             
               I
               sought
               him
               ,
               but
               I
               found
               him
               not
               ,
            
             
               My
               pains
               did
               fruitless
               prove
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               3.
               
            
             
               Me
               wandring
               thus
               ,
               the
               Watch
               did
               find
               ,
            
             
               As
               they
               the
               round
               had
               been
               ;
            
             
               To
               whom
               I
               said
               ,
               with
               troubled
               mind
               ,
            
             
               Have
               ye
               my
               Soul's
               Love
               seen
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               4.
               
            
             
               No
               sooner
               I
               from
               them
               was
               gone
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               many
               steps
               had
               past
               ,
            
             
               But
               him
               ,
               my
               Soul
               's
               beloved
               one
               ,
            
             
               I
               found
               and
               held
               him
               fast
               :
            
             
               Nor
               let
               him
               go
               ,
               till
               I
               had
               brought
            
             
               Him
               to
               my
               Mothers
               house
               ,
            
             
               The
               chamber
               ,
               where
               the
               (
               most
               devout
               )
            
             
               Conceived
               me
               ,
               his
               Spouse
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               5.
               
            
             
               You
               daughters
               of
               Ierusalem
               ,
            
             
               I
               by
               the
               Roe
               and
               Hinde
               ,
            
             
               Adjure
               you
               ,
               and
               by
               all
               of
               them
            
             
               The
               Fields
               have
               of
               their
               kind
               ,
            
             
               Now
               my
               Beloved
               takes
               his
               ease
               ,
            
             
               That
               ye
               due
               silence
               keep
               ;
            
             
             
               Nor
               stir
               him
               up
               ,
               until
               he
               please
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               once
               disturb
               his
               sleep
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               6.
               
            
             
               Who
               's
               this
               presented
               to
               our
               eyes
               ,
            
             
               Who
               from
               the
               Desart
               comes
               ,
            
             
               Who
               does
               like
               smoak
               in
               pillars
               rise
               ,
            
             
               Perfum'd
               with
               fragrant
               Gums
               ?
            
             
               The
               gums
               of
               Myrrh
               and
               Frankincense
               ,
            
             
               With
               (
               what
               Sabea
               else
               ,
            
             
               Affords
               ,
               for
               )
               all
               the
               powders
               thence
               ,
            
             
               Wherein
               the
               Merchant
               deals
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               7.
               
            
             
               Behold
               his
               Bed
               ,
               even
               Solomons
               ,
            
             
               A
               guard
               about
               it
               stands
               ,
            
             
               Of
               threescore
               valiant
               Champions
               ,
            
             
               Drawn
               out
               of
               Israels
               bands
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               8.
               
            
             
               So
               dreadful
               to
               their
               Enemies
               ,
            
             
               All
               Warriours
               skil'd
               in
               fight
               ,
            
             
               Their
               bright
               swords
               mounted
               on
               their
               thighs
               ,
            
             
               Because
               of
               fear
               by
               night
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               9.
               
            
             
               (
               For
               his
               delight
               )
               King
               Solomon
            
             
               A
               sumptuous
               Charot
               made
               ;
            
             
               Of
               Cedars
               fetch
               't
               from
               Lebanon
               ,
            
             
               Where
               he
               his
               stores
               had
               laid
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Ver.
               10.
               
            
             
               The
               Pillars
               ,
               which
               the
               frame
               sustain
               ,
            
             
               Where
               all
               with
               Silver
               wrought
               ,
            
             
               And
               what
               he
               for
               the
               Throne
               ordained
               ,
            
             
               With
               Gold
               from
               India
               brought
               .
            
             
               With
               Tyrian
               Purple
               ,
               he
               did
               face
            
             
               That
               part
               ,
               which
               was
               above
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               Ierusalems
               daughters
               grace
               ,
            
             
               The
               midst
               he
               pav'd
               with
               love
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               11.
               
            
             
               Goe
               forth
               yee
               Sion
               daughters
               ,
               goe
               ,
            
             
               Behold
               King
               Solomon
               ,
            
             
               (
               O
               what
               a
               bright
               and
               glorious
               show
               )
            
             
               Now
               he
               his
               Crown
               has
               on
               :
            
             
               The
               crown
               which
               on
               his
               sacred
               head
            
             
               His
               royal
               Mother
               plac'd
               ,
            
             
               When
               he
               his
               Nuptial
               finished
               ,
            
             
               And
               was
               with
               joy's
               embrac'd
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Chap.
             IV.
             
          
           
             
               Ver.
               1.
               
            
             
               BEhold
               ,
               thou'
               rt
               very
               fair
               my
               love
               ,
            
             
               Behold
               thou'
               rt
               wonderous
               fair
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               hast
               the
               eyes
               as
               of
               a
               Dove
            
             
               Couch't
               underneath
               thy
               hair
               .
            
             
             
               Whose
               dangling
               curles
               resemblance
               bear
            
             
               Unto
               the
               numerous
               flocks
               ,
            
             
               Of
               climbing
               Goates
               ,
               as
               they
               appear
               ,
            
             
               From
               Gileads
               towring
               rocks
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               2.
               
            
             
               Thy
               teeth
               are
               like
               a
               flock
               of
               sheep
            
             
               New
               washt
               ,
               and
               even
               shorne
               ;
            
             
               All
               which
               have
               twins
               they
               bare
               and
               keep
               ,
            
             
               None
               barren
               or
               forlorne
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               3.
               
            
             
               Thy
               lips
               are
               like
               a
               scarlet
               thred
               ,
            
             
               Whence
               graceful
               accents
               flow
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               temples
               in
               thy
               locks
               not
               hid
               ,
            
             
               Like
               some
               Pomegranate
               show
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               4.
               
            
             
               Thy
               neck
               like
               
               David's
               tower
               doth
               stand
               ,
            
             
               Built
               for
               a
               Magazin
               ,
            
             
               Wherein
               a
               thousand
               bucklers
               hang
               ,
            
             
               All
               shields
               of
               mighty
               men
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               5.
               
            
             
               Thy
               two
               breasts
               are
               like
               two
               young
               Roes
               ,
            
             
               Twins
               of
               one
               fruitful
               Dam
               ;
            
             
               The
               Lillies
               ,
               O
               how
               sweet
               to
               those
               ,
            
             
               They
               feed
               amongst
               the
               same
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Ver.
               6.
               
            
             
               Until
               the
               morning
               light
               appear
               ,
            
             
               And
               shaddow
               flee
               from
               hence
               ,
            
             
               I
               le
               get
               me
               to
               the
               Mounts
               of
               myrrh
               ,
            
             
               And
               hill
               of
               Frankincense
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               7.
               
            
             
               Thour'
               t
               fair
               my
               Love
               ,
               thou
               art
               all
               fair
               ,
            
             
               As
               fair
               ,
               as
               fair
               can
               be
               ;
            
             
               No
               stain
               thy
               fairness
               doth
               impare
               ,
            
             
               There
               is
               no
               spot
               in
               thee
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               8.
               
            
             
               Come
               O
               my
               Spouse
               ,
               O
               come
               away
            
             
               With
               me
               from
               Lebanon
               ,
            
             
               Look
               from
               the
               top
               of
               Amana
               ,
            
             
               Of
               Shenir
               ,
               and
               Hermon
               ;
            
             
               From
               every
               dark
               devouring
               Cave
               ;
            
             
               The
               dreadful
               Lions-dens
               ,
            
             
               And
               mountains
               where
               the
               Leopards
               rave
               ;
            
             
               O
               come
               with
               me
               from
               thence
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               9.
               
            
             
               My
               Sister
               ,
               thou
               my
               Spouse
               ,
               that
               eye
            
             
               This
               chain
               about
               thy
               neck
               ;
            
             
               My
               ravisht
               heart
               in
               Fetters
               tie
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               my
               powers
               subject
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Ver.
               10.
               
            
             
               My
               Sister
               ,
               O
               thy
               lov
               's
               so
               fair
               ,
            
             
               My
               Spouse
               ,
               it
               wine
               excels
               ;
            
             
               Nor
               any
               Spice
               of
               all
               that
               are
               ,
            
             
               Sweet
               ,
               as
               thine
               Oyntments
               ,
               smells
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               11.
               
            
             
               Like
               hony-combs
               thy
               lips
               ,
               my
               Spouse
               ,
            
             
               Drop
               honey
               all
               along
               :
            
             
               A
               stream
               of
               milk
               ,
               and
               honey
               flowes
            
             
               From
               underneath
               thy
               tongue
               .
            
             
               The
               Robe
               and
               Vesture
               thou
               hast
               on
               ,
            
             
               The
               Garments
               thou
               dost
               wear
               ,
            
             
               Smell
               like
               the
               smell
               of
               Lebanon
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               that
               's
               pleasant
               there
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               12.
               
            
             
               My
               Sister
               ,
               she
               who
               is
               my
               Spouse
               ,
            
             
               What
               enclos'd
               gardens
               be
               ,
            
             
               Or
               springs
               shut
               up
               ,
               (
               which
               no
               man
               knows
               )
            
             
               Or
               Fountains
               seal'd
               ,
               is
               she
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               13.
               
            
             
               An
               Orchard
               stor'd
               with
               pleasant
               fruits
               ,
            
             
               (
               Such
               fruits
               thy
               plants
               do
               bear
               :
               )
            
             
               Pomegranat-trees
               there
               spread
               their
               roots
            
             
               Camphire
               ,
               and
               Spikenard's
               there
               :
            
          
           
             
             
               Ver.
               14.
               
            
             
               Sweet
               Spikenard
               ,
               Saffron
               newly
               blown
               ,
            
             
               Disperse
               their
               savour
               thence
               ,
            
             
               With
               Calamus
               and
               Cinnamon
               ,
            
             
               And
               trees
               of
               Frankincense
               ;
            
             
               Myrrh
               ,
               Alloes
               ,
               and
               all
               that
               's
               rare
               ,
            
             
               With
               every
               precious
               spice
               ;
            
             
               Whose
               Odours
               do
               perfume
               the
               aire
               ,
            
             
               And
               Lovers
               hearts
               entice
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               15.
               
            
             
               From
               thee
               those
               living
               springs
               proceed
               ,
            
             
               Those
               streams
               in
               plenty
               run
               ,
            
             
               Which
               do
               our
               plants
               with
               moysture
               feed
               ,
            
             
               As
               from
               Mount
               Lebanon
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               16.
               
            
             
               Awake
               O
               North
               ,
               O
               South
               arise
               ,
            
             
               Upon
               my
               garden
               blow
               ;
            
             
               That
               from
               each
               rich
               and
               precious
               spice
            
             
               A
               fragrant
               smell
               may
               flow
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               17.
               
            
             
               Beloved
               (
               grant
               my
               humble
               suit
               )
            
             
               Come
               with
               a
               Lovers
               hast
               ,
            
             
               Into
               thy
               gardens
               ,
               eat
               the
               fruit
               ,
            
             
               That
               most
               delights
               thy
               tast
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             Chap.
             V.
             
          
           
             
               Ver.
               1.
               
            
             
               INto
               my
               garden
               I
               am
               come
               ,
            
             
               My
               Sister-Spouse
               most
               dear
               ,
            
             
               Of
               every
               spice
               have
               gathered
               some
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               my
               spice
               ,
               my
               Myrrh
               .
            
             
               In
               hony-combs
               all
               pure
               ,
               and
               fresh
               ,
            
             
               My
               honey
               I
               have
               eat
               :
            
             
               I
               've
               drunk
               my
               wine
               new
               from
               the
               press
               ,
            
             
               With
               milk
               warm
               from
               the
               Teat
               :
            
             
               Come
               Friends
               (
               for
               you
               is
               all
               this
               store
               )
            
             
               Eat
               till
               ye
               have
               enough
               ;
            
             
               Drink
               O
               Beloved
               ,
               nor
               give
               o're
               ,
            
             
               Till
               you
               'r
               enflam'd
               with
               love
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               2.
               
            
             
               Although
               I
               sleep
               ,
               and
               lie
               secure
               ,
            
             
               My
               restless
               heart
               doth
               make
               ;
            
             
               'T
               is
               my
               Beloved's
               voyce
               I
               'me
               sure
               ,
            
             
               His
               knock
               ,
               and
               he
               that
               spake
               :
            
             
               My
               Sister
               open
               unto
               me
               ,
            
             
               My
               Love
               ,
               O
               thou
               ,
               more
               milde
               ,
            
             
               Then
               gaulless
               Doves
               ,
               I
               long
               to
               be
            
             
               With
               thee
               my
               undefil'd
               :
            
             
             
               The
               dews
               ,
               which
               on
               my
               head
               have
               light
               ,
            
             
               My
               drenched
               hair
               do
               fill
               ;
            
             
               The
               dropping
               moysture
               of
               the
               night
               ,
            
             
               Down
               from
               my
               locks
               distill
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               3.
               
            
             
               Shall
               I
               ,
               now
               I
               am
               all
               undrest
               ,
            
             
               Go
               cloath
               my self
               again
               !
            
             
               My
               feet
               washt
               fair
               ,
               in
               hope
               of
               rest
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               I
               so
               soon
               distain
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               4.
               
            
             
               But
               ,
               when
               I
               my
               Beloveds
               hand
            
             
               Upon
               the
               latch
               discernd
               ;
            
             
               Greiv'd
               ,
               that
               I
               should
               so
               long
               withstand
               ;
            
             
               O
               then
               my
               bowels
               yearnd
               !
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               5.
               
            
             
               And
               rising
               ,
               if
               he
               still
               was
               there
               ,
            
             
               To
               open
               to
               his
               knock
               ,
            
             
               My
               hands
               dropt
               myrrh
               ,
               sweet
               smelling
               myrrh
               ,
            
             
               As
               I
               but
               toucht
               the
               lock
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               6.
               
            
             
               To
               my
               Beloved
               ,
               thus
               kept
               out
               ,
            
             
               Then
               opened
               I
               the
               doore
               ,
            
             
               But
               my
               Beloved
               (
               griev'd
               no
               doubt
               )
            
             
               Was
               gone
               away
               before
               .
            
             
               My
               soul
               ,
               because
               he
               did
               complain
               ,
            
             
               Fail'd
               me
               ,
               my
               heard
               did
               break
               ;
            
             
             
               I
               sought
               ,
               and
               call'd
               ,
               but
               all
               in
               vain
            
             
               to
               find
               ,
               or
               make
               him
               speak
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               7.
               
            
             
               The
               Watch
               ,
               both
               they
               that
               walkt
               the
               round
               ,
            
             
               And
               they
               that
               kept
               the
               wall
               ,
            
             
               Found
               ,
               smote
               ,
               &
               gave
               me
               many
               a
               wound
               ,
            
             
               And
               took
               away
               my
               vaile
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               8.
               
            
             
               You
               Daughters
               of
               Ierusalem
               ,
            
             
               I
               charge
               you
               ,
               ere
               you
               move
               ,
            
             
               Tell
               my
               Belov'd
               ,
               ye
               finding
               him
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               am
               sick
               of
               love
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               9.
               
            
             
               O
               thou
               ,
               of
               all
               our
               Sex
               most
               faire
               ,
            
             
               What
               's
               thy
               Beloved
               trow
               ?
            
             
               Or
               what
               's
               he
               more
               than
               others
               are
               ?
            
             
               That
               thou
               dost
               charge
               us
               so
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               10.
               
            
             
               Why
               ,
               my
               Beloved
               (
               to
               be
               breif
               ,
               )
            
             
               Pure
               white
               ,
               and
               ruddie
               is
               ,
            
             
               Amongst
               ten
               thousand
               he
               is
               cheif
               ,
            
             
               And
               beauties
               master-peice
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               11.
               
            
             
               His
               head
               is
               of
               refined
               gold
               ,
            
             
               His
               locks
               all
               bushie
               grow
               ,
            
             
             
               With
               curles
               ,
               which
               in
               each
               other
               fold
               ,
            
             
               Black
               as
               the
               pruned
               Crow
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               12.
               
            
             
               His
               eyes
               ,
               as
               if
               he
               were
               a
               Dove
               ,
            
             
               By
               some
               clear
               rivolet
               ,
            
             
               Washed
               in
               milk
               ,
               and
               as
               they
               move
               ,
            
             
               Alike
               exactly
               set
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               13.
               
            
             
               His
               cheeks
               as
               beds
               of
               Spice
               and
               flowers
            
             
               Which
               pleasant
               smells
               confer
               ,
            
             
               His
               lips
               like
               Lillies
               (
               filling
               ours
               )
            
             
               With
               drops
               of
               fragrant
               Myrrh
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               14.
               
            
             
               His
               Hands
               as
               rings
               of
               gold
               with
               Jemms
            
             
               Of
               blazing
               Berril
               made
               ,
            
             
               His
               Belly
               pollisht
               Ivorie
               seems
               ,
            
             
               With
               Saphires
               overlaid
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               15.
               
            
             
               His
               Legs
               like
               marble
               pillars
               stand
            
             
               Upon
               gold
               sockets
               plac'd
               ,
            
             
               His
               Countenance
               like
               Lebanon
               ,
            
             
               With
               loftie
               Cedars
               grac'd
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               16.
               
            
             
               His
               Mouth
               most
               sweet
               ,
               and
               all
               of
               him
            
             
               Most
               lovely
               ;
               this
               ,
               O
               this
               ,
            
             
             
               O
               Daughters
               of
               Ierusalem
               ,
            
             
               My
               Souls
               beloved
               is
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Chap.
             VI.
             
          
           
             
               Ver.
               1.
               
            
             
               FAir
               Virgin
               ,
               parallel'd
               by
               none
               ;
            
             
               If
               thou
               canst
               tell
               us
               ,
               doe
               ,
            
             
               Whither
               thy
               Soul
               's
               beloved's
               gone
               ,
            
             
               That
               we
               may
               seek
               him
               too
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               2.
               
            
             
               Down
               to
               his
               Garden
               ,
               my
               belov'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               beds
               of
               spices
               there
               ,
            
             
               Is
               gone
               to
               feed
               on
               fruits
               improv'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               gather
               Lillies
               fair
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               3.
               
            
             
               I
               'me
               my
               Beloved's
               ,
               He
               is
               mine
               ,
            
             
               In
               love
               which
               words
               exceeds
               ,
            
             
               Our
               hearts
               doe
               mutually
               combine
               ,
            
             
               He
               amongst
               the
               Lillies
               feeds
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               4.
               
            
             
               Fair
               Tirza
               ,
               comely
               Solyma
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               beauty
               ,
               love
               ,
               excels
               ;
            
             
             
               No
               Army
               in
               Battalia
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               Terrors
               parallels
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               5.
               
            
             
               O
               turn
               away
               thine
               eyes
               from
               me
               ,
            
             
               Each
               glance
               in
               fetters
               locks
               ;
            
             
               Thy
               hair
               ,
               a
               flock
               of
               Goats
               might
               be
               ,
            
             
               When
               seen
               on
               
               Gilead's
               rocks
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               6.
               
            
             
               Thy
               teeth
               like
               Sheep
               ,
               as
               they
               anew
            
             
               Come
               from
               the
               washing
               ,
               all
            
             
               Of
               which
               ,
               not
               one
               a
               barren
               Ewe
               ,
            
             
               But
               equal
               Twins
               let
               fall
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               7.
               
            
             
               Thy
               temples
               (
               to
               the
               rest
               ,
               so
               rare
               ,
            
             
               Compleatly
               adequate
               )
            
             
               Do
               underneath
               thy
               well-spread
               hair
               ,
            
             
               Look
               like
               the
               Pomegranate
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               8.
               
            
             
               They
               boast
               of
               many
               Queens
               ,
               great
               store
            
             
               Of
               Concubines
               ,
               a
               train
            
             
               Of
               Virgins
               infinitely
               more
            
             
               Than
               numbers
               can
               contain
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               9.
               
            
             
               My
               Dove
               ,
               my
               undefii'd
               is
               one
               ,
            
             
               Her
               Mothers
               only
               dear
               ;
            
             
             
               The
               all
               ,
               and
               very
               choice
               alone
               ,
            
             
               Of
               her
               ,
               who
               did
               her
               bear
               :
            
             
               The
               Daughters
               this
               unparallel'd
            
             
               Saw
               ,
               and
               her
               praise
               confest
               ,
            
             
               The
               Queens
               and
               Concubines
               beheld
               ,
            
             
               And
               did
               pronounce
               her
               blest
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               10.
               
            
             
               Who
               's
               this
               ?
               who
               like
               the
               new
               -
               begun
               ,
            
             
               And
               pleasant
               morning
               show's
               ,
            
             
               Fair
               as
               the
               Moon
               ,
               bright
               as
               the
               Sun
               ,
            
             
               (
               When
               most
               illustrious
               :
               )
            
             
               Who
               though
               so
               pleasant
               ,
               fair
               ,
               and
               bright
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               terrible
               ;
               the
               dread
            
             
               Of
               Armies
               does
               not
               more
               affright
               ,
            
             
               When
               they
               their
               Ensignes
               spread
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               11.
               
            
             
               I
               to
               my
               pleasant
               Gardens
               went
               ,
            
             
               Where
               spicy
               Nutmegs
               blow
               ,
            
             
               To
               see
               the
               fruit
               ,
               and
               increment
               ,
            
             
               Which
               in
               the
               Valley
               grow
               ;
            
             
               To
               see
               the
               Vines
               ,
               if
               they
               ,
               (
               their
               jems
            
             
               Disclos'd
               )
               young
               clusters
               bear
               ,
            
             
               To
               see
               the
               Granats
               on
               their
               stems
            
             
               In
               their
               first
               bud
               -
               appear
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Ver.
               12.
               
            
             
               I
               ,
               e're
               I
               was
               aware
               ,
               or
               knew
               ,
            
             
               With
               strong
               desires
               enclin'd
               ,
            
             
               As
               in
               Amin'dabs
               Charots
               flew
               ,
            
             
               (
               Whose
               wheels
               out-strip
               the
               wind
               .
               )
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               13.
               
            
             
               Return
               ,
               O
               Shulamite
               ,
               return
               ,
            
             
               Return
               to
               Us
               ,
               that
               we
               ,
            
             
               (
               Who
               for
               thy
               absence
               greatly
               mourn
               ,
               )
            
             
               Thee
               once
               again
               may
               see
               .
            
             
               What
               is
               there
               in
               the
               Shulamite
            
             
               May
               such
               desires
               create
               ?
            
             
               Two
               Armies
               prevalent
               in
               fight
               ,
            
             
               A
               strife
               inveterate
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Chap.
             VII
             .
          
           
             
               Ver.
               1.
               
            
             
               HOw
               beautiful
               (
               for
               thee
               most
               meet
               ,
               )
            
             
               Thee
               so
               illustrious
               ,
            
             
               O
               Princess
               daughter
               ,
               are
               thy
               feet
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               Feet
               adorn'd
               with
               shoes
               !
            
             
             
               How
               are
               the
               junctures
               of
               thy
               Thighs
               ,
            
             
               Like
               jewels
               ,
               which
               impart
            
             
               To
               curious
               ,
               and
               admiring
               eyes
               ,
            
             
               The
               skilful
               Workmans
               Art
               !
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               2.
               
            
             
               Thy
               Navel's
               like
               a
               Goblet
               set
               ,
            
             
               With
               moisture
               standing
               out
               ;
            
             
               Thy
               Belly
               like
               an
               heap
               of
               wheat
               ,
            
             
               With
               Lillies
               round
               about
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               3.
               
            
             
               Thy
               Breasts
               are
               like
               two
               new-wean'd
               Roes
               ,
            
             
               Twins
               of
               one
               fruitfull
               Dam
               :
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               4.
               
            
             
               Thy
               Neck
               like
               a
               fair
               Turret
               shews
               ,
            
             
               Which
               they
               of
               Ivory
               frame
               :
            
             
               Thine
               Eyes
               ,
               the
               fish-pools
               in
               Heshbon
               ,
            
             
               By
               th'gate
               of
               Beth-rabbim
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               Nose
               ,
               the
               Tower
               of
               Lebanon
            
             
               Facing
               Damascus
               ,
               seem
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               5.
               
            
             
               Thy
               Head
               like
               fruitful
               Carmel
               is
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               hair
               's
               like
               purple
               stain'd
               ;
            
             
               Within
               his
               royal
               galleries
               ,
            
             
               How
               is
               the
               King
               detain'd
               !
            
          
           
             
             
               Ver.
               6.
               
            
             
               How
               fair
               and
               pleasant
               for
               delight
            
             
               I
               thee
               ,
               O
               love
               ,
               esteem
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               7.
               
            
             
               Thou
               mighst
               a
               Palm
               be
               by
               thine
               height
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               Breasts
               fair
               clusters
               seem
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               8.
               
            
             
               I
               said
               unto
               the
               Palm
               aloft
               ,
            
             
               To
               it
               's
               sweet
               fruit
               ,
               I
               'le
               go
               ,
            
             
               And
               take
               hold
               of
               the
               boughs
               thereof
               ,
            
             
               Which
               the
               victorious
               show
               .
            
             
               Also
               ,
               thy
               Breasts
               shall
               kindly
               swell
               ,
            
             
               Like
               clusters
               of
               the
               Vine
               ;
            
             
               Thy
               Nose
               shall
               ,
               as
               ripe
               Apples
               smell
               ,
            
             
               (
               No
               breath
               's
               so
               sweet
               as
               thine
               .
               )
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               9.
               
            
             
               Thy
               Pallat
               too
               the
               best
               wine
               shows
               ,
            
             
               For
               my
               Beloveds
               sake
               ,
            
             
               Which
               goes
               down
               sweetly
               as
               it
               goes
               ,
            
             
               Making
               th'asleep
               to
               wake
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               10.
               
            
             
               I
               'm
               my
               Beloveds
               ,
               none
               but
               he
            
             
               To
               me
               can
               title
               claim
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               him
               ,
               zealous
               love
               to
               me
               ,
            
             
               Doth
               strong
               desires
               enflame
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Ver.
               11.
               
            
             
               Come
               my
               Beloved
               ,
               let
               us
               goe
               ,
            
             
               And
               walk
               the
               Fields
               throughout
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               our
               lodging
               ,
               take
               into
            
             
               Some
               Village
               there
               about
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               12.
               
            
             
               Then
               to
               the
               Vineyards
               ,
               let
               's
               be
               gone
               ,
            
             
               And
               ere
               it's
               day
               be
               there
               ,
            
             
               To
               see
               the
               Vines
               ,
               if
               they
               come
               on
               ,
            
             
               And
               their
               young
               grapes
               appear
               :
            
             
               To
               see
               how
               the
               Pomgranets
               prove
               ,
            
             
               Whether
               they
               bud
               ,
               or
               no
               ;
            
             
               There
               will
               I
               give
               ,
               out
               of
               my
               love
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               on
               thee
               bestow
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               13.
               
            
             
               My
               Dear
               ,
               the
               Mandrakes
               give
               a
               smell
               ,
            
             
               And
               at
               our
               gates
               there
               be
               ,
            
             
               Fruits
               new
               and
               old
               ,
               what
               ere
               excel
               ,
            
             
               Which
               I
               've
               laid
               up
               for
               thee
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             Chap.
             VIII
             .
          
           
             
               Ver.
               1.
               
            
             
               WEr
               't
               thou
               my
               Brother
               ,
               wer
               't
               thou
               this
            
             
               And
               suck't
               my
               Mothers
               breast
               ,
            
             
               Thee
               ,
               when
               I
               found
               without
               ,
               I
               'de
               kiss
               ,
            
             
               And
               unreproved
               rest
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               2.
               
            
             
               Then
               bring
               thee
               to
               my
               mothers
               house
               ,
            
             
               Who
               would
               me
               discipline
               ,
            
             
               There
               thou
               ,
               with
               my
               Pomegranate
               juice
            
             
               Should
               drink
               of
               spiced
               wine
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               3.
               
            
             
               As
               a
               soft
               pillow
               to
               my
               head
               ,
            
             
               He
               should
               his
               left
               hand
               place
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               his
               right
               hand
               gently
               spread
               ,
            
             
               He
               should
               me
               fast
               imbrace
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               4.
               
            
             
               You
               daughters
               of
               Ierusalem
               ,
            
             
               Now
               my
               Belov'd's
               at
               rest
               ,
            
             
             
               Stir
               not
               ,
               besure
               ,
               nor
               waken
               him
            
             
               Till
               he
               himself
               thinks
               best
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               5.
               
            
             
               Who
               's
               this
               whose
               feet
               the
               hills
               ascend
               ▪
            
             
               Who
               from
               the
               Wilderness
               ,
            
             
               Com's
               leaning
               on
               her
               darling
               friend
               ?
            
             
               (
               A
               pleasing
               sight
               is
               this
               :
               )
            
             
               From
               under
               the
               fair
               Apple
               tree
            
             
               I
               rais'd
               thee
               up
               ,
               even
               there
            
             
               Thy
               Mother
               ,
               who
               conceived
               thee
               ,
            
             
               Did
               thee
               conceive
               and
               bear
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               6.
               
            
             
               O
               let
               me
               as
               a
               seal
               be
               set
               ,
            
             
               And
               on
               thine
               heart
               imprest
               ;
            
             
               And
               as
               a
               seal
               ,
               and
               annulet
               ,
            
             
               Upon
               thine
               arm
               be
               plac't
               .
            
             
               For
               love's
               as
               strong
               as
               death
               ,
               the
               grave
            
             
               Then
               jel'sie
               not
               more
               cruel
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               flames
               are
               fierce
               ,
               and
               alwaies
               have
            
             
               A
               fresh
               supply
               of
               fuel
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               7.
               
            
             
               Not
               many
               waters
               ,
               nor
               great
               floods
            
             
               Can
               quench
               ,
               or
               drown
               the
               same
               ;
            
             
               Nor
               will
               a
               man
               for
               all
               one
               's
               goods
            
             
               His
               part
               in
               love
               disclaim
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Ver.
               8.
               
            
             
               We
               have
               a
               little
               Sister
               ,
               one
            
             
               Whose
               breasts
               do
               not
               appear
               ;
            
             
               What
               's
               for
               our
               Sister
               to
               be
               done
               ,
            
             
               In
               th'
               day
               they
               spake
               for
               her
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               9.
               
            
             
               Is
               she
               a
               Wall
               ,
               on
               her
               will
               we
            
             
               A
               Silver
               palace
               build
               :
            
             
               Or
               if
               a
               door
               ,
               wee
               'l
               cause
               she
               be
            
             
               About
               with
               Cedar
               ceild
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               10.
               
            
             
               I
               am
               a
               firm
               foundation
               wall
               ,
            
             
               My
               breasts
               like
               Towers
               seem
               ,
            
             
               Then
               in
               his
               eyes
               I
               (
               more
               then
               all
               ,
               )
            
             
               Found
               favour
               and
               esteem
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               11.
               
            
             
               A
               Vineyard
               did
               King
               Solomon
            
             
               In
               Ba-al-ha-mon
               plant
               ;
            
             
               And
               let
               it
               out
               ,
               when
               he
               had
               done
               ,
            
             
               At
               such
               a
               yearly
               rent
               :
            
             
               They
               ,
               who
               the
               keeping
               of
               it
               had
               ,
            
             
               Each
               person
               for
               his
               share
               ,
            
             
               A
               thousand
               silver
               shekels
               pay'd
               ,
            
             
               For
               fruits
               and
               profit
               there
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Ver.
               12.
               
            
             
               That
               Vineyard
               ,
               that
               which
               I
               possess
               ,
            
             
               And
               which
               is
               mine
               by
               right
               ,
            
             
               With
               diligence
               I
               daily
               dress
               ,
            
             
               And
               keep
               still
               in
               my
               sight
               :
            
             
               O
               Solomon
               !
               we
               thus
               compute
               ,
            
             
               A
               thousand
               is
               thy
               due
               ,
            
             
               And
               unto
               them
               that
               keep
               the
               fruit
               ,
            
             
               An
               hundred
               doth
               accrue
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               13.
               
            
             
               Thou
               that
               dost
               in
               the
               Gardens
               live
               ,
            
             
               Unto
               thy
               voice
               ,
               their
               ear
            
             
               Do
               the
               companions
               freely
               give
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               cause
               thou
               me
               to
               hear
               :
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               14.
               
            
             
               Haste
               my
               Beloved
               unto
               me
               ,
            
             
               A
               Roe
               or
               Youthful
               Hart
               ,
            
             
               Upon
               the
               spicie
               Mountains
               be
               ,
            
             
               And
               set
               delayes
               apart
               .
            
          
        
      
       
         
         
         
           The
           Song
           of
           Moses
           .
        
         
           
             Exodus
             15.
             
          
           
             
               Verse
               1.
               
            
             
               I
               'Le
               sing
               unto
               the
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               Of
               his
               great
               Victory
               ;
            
             
               His
               honour
               I
               'le
               record
               ,
            
             
               Who
               tryumphs
               gloriously
               ;
            
             
               For
               thrown
               hath
               he
               ,
            
             
               Both
               horse
               ,
               and
               man
               Egyptian
            
             
               Into
               the
               Sea.
               
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               2.
               
            
             
               The
               Lord
               's
               my
               strength
               and
               praise
               ,
            
             
               He
               's
               my
               salvation
               ,
            
             
               My
               God
               ,
               for
               him
               I
               'le
               raise
            
             
               An
               habitation
               :
            
             
               My
               Fathers
               God
            
             
             
               I
               'le
               him
               exalt
               ,
               toth
               '
               starrie
               vault
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               abroad
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               3.
               
            
             
               The
               Lord
               's
               a
               man
               of
               warre
               ,
            
             
               Iehovah
               is
               his
               name
               ,
            
             
               What
               men
               for
               prowess
               are
               ,
            
             
               He
               is
               much
               more
               the
               same
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               4.
               
            
             
               The
               Lord
               did
               cast
               ,
            
             
               Into
               the
               Sea
               ,
               Phar'ohs
               array
               ,
            
             
               Chariots
               and
               Host.
            
             
               His
               chosen
               Captains
               too
            
             
               Were
               in
               the
               Red-sea
               drown'd
            
             
               Those
               waters
               did
               o'rethrow
               ,
            
             
               His
               Leaders
               most
               renown'd
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               5.
               
            
             
               The
               depths
               swell'd
               o're
            
             
               Those
               loftie
               ones
               ,
               they
               sunk
               as
               stones
            
             
               Below
               the
               shore
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               6.
               
            
             
               Thine
               own
               right
               hand
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               Hath
               got
               a
               glorious
               name
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               power
               's
               upon
               record
               ,
            
             
               To
               thy
               eternal
               fame
               ,
            
             
               Even
               thy
               right
               hand
            
             
             
               In
               peices
               dasht
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ,
               and
               quasht
            
             
               The
               Egyptian
               band
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               7.
               
            
             
               Thou
               in
               the
               greatest
               might
               ,
            
             
               Of
               thy
               transcendencies
               ,
            
             
               Hast
               overthrown
               them
               quite
               ,
            
             
               That
               did
               against
               thee
               rise
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               wrath
               severe
            
             
               Thou
               didst
               display
               ,
               as
               stubble
               they
            
             
               Consumed
               were
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               8.
               
            
             
               Thy
               nostrils
               ,
               with
               their
               blast
            
             
               The
               fluctuous
               waves
               did
               sneap
               ,
            
             
               The
               floods
               as
               't
               were
               agast
            
             
               Stood
               upright
               as
               an
               heap
               ,
            
             
               The
               depths
               even
               they
            
             
               Congeal'd
               did
               part
               within
               the
               heart
               ,
            
             
               Of
               all
               the
               Sea.
               
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               9.
               
            
             
               The
               Adversary
               cry'd
               ,
            
             
               I
               'le
               run
               ,
               pursue
               ,
               o're
               take
               ,
            
             
               I
               'le
               spoil
               ,
               and
               then
               divide
               ,
            
             
               My
               lust
               I
               'le
               satiiate
            
             
               (
               They
               fly
               in
               vain
               ,
               )
            
             
             
               I
               'le
               draw
               my
               sword
               ,
               my
               hand
               incurr'd
            
             
               Shall
               be
               their
               bane
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               10.
               
            
             
               Thou
               madst
               thy
               wind
               to
               blow
               ,
            
             
               The
               Sea
               did
               cover
               them
               ;
            
             
               They
               sank
               as
               Lead
               ,
               full
               low
               ,
            
             
               Within
               the
               mighty
               stream
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               11.
               
            
             
               What
               God
               can
               be
               ,
            
             
               Of
               all
               that
               are
               ,
               that
               may
               compare
               ,
            
             
               O
               Lord
               with
               thee
               !
            
             
               Who
               ere
               like
               thee
               appear'd
            
             
               Glorious
               in
               holiness
               ,
            
             
               In
               praises
               to
               be
               fear'd
               ,
            
             
               In
               wonderous
               works
               no
               less
               !
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               12.
               
            
             
               Thou
               Lord
               did'st
               stretch
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               right
               hand
               forth
               ,
               the
               greedy
               earth
            
             
               Did
               them
               dispatch
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               13.
               
            
             
               Thou
               in
               thy
               mercy
               led
            
             
               Thine
               own
               redeemed
               out
               ,
            
             
               They
               were
               distinguished
            
             
               From
               all
               the
               adverse
               rout
               ;
            
             
               Thy
               strength
               did
               guide
            
             
             
               Them
               to
               the
               place
               of
               holiness
               ,
            
             
               Where
               thou
               dost
               bide
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               14.
               
            
             
               Unto
               the
               Peoples
               ear
            
             
               The
               fame
               hereof
               shall
               spread
               ,
            
             
               Who
               shall
               no
               sooner
               hear
               ,
            
             
               But
               be
               as
               soon
               afraid
               :
            
             
               Sorrow
               shall
               cease
            
             
               Upon
               the
               men
               of
               Palestine
               ,
            
             
               (
               Till
               then
               at
               ease
               .
               )
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               15.
               
            
             
               The
               Dukes
               of
               Edom
               then
            
             
               Shall
               be
               amazed
               all
               ,
            
             
               And
               Moabs
               mighty
               men
            
             
               Shall
               each
               a
               trembling
               fall
               ;
            
             
               The
               dwellers
               they
            
             
               Of
               Canaan
               ,
               do
               what
               they
               can
            
             
               Shall
               melt
               away
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               16.
               
            
             
               Surprized
               with
               fear
               and
               dread
               ,
            
             
               The
               greatness
               of
               thine
               arme
               .
            
             
               Shall
               strike
               their
               hearts
               stone-dead
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               their
               coasts
               alarme
               ,
            
             
               Till
               they
               pass
               o're
               ,
            
             
             
               Whom
               thou
               hast
               held
               ,
               and
               purchased
            
             
               From
               bondage
               sore
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               17.
               
            
             
               Thou
               'st
               bring
               ,
               and
               make
               them
               rest
               ,
            
             
               Lord
               ,
               in
               the
               Mount
               and
               place
               ,
            
             
               Which
               thou
               inheritest
               ,
            
             
               The
               dwelling
               of
               thy
               grace
               ,
            
             
               The
               Sanctuary
               ,
            
             
               Which
               thou
               hast
               made
               ,
               and
               stablished
            
             
               O
               Lord
               most
               high
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               18.
               
            
             
               The
               Lord
               alone
               as
               King
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               reign
               for
               evermore
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               19.
               
            
             
               For
               Pharoh's
               Horse
               went
               in
            
             
               As
               Israel
               did
               before
               ,
            
             
               Into
               the
               Sea
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               Chariots
               then
               ,
               with
               his
               Horsemen
            
             
               March't
               on
               their
               way
               ,
            
             
               The
               Lord
               did
               bring
               again
            
             
               The
               over-flowing
               waves
               ,
            
             
               Upon
               the
               Egyptian
               train
               ,
            
             
               The
               depths
               became
               their
               graves
               :
            
             
               But
               Israel
               past
            
             
               Through
               the
               Ocean
               ,
               upon
               dry
               Land
               ,
            
             
               From
               first
               to
               last
               .
            
          
        
      
       
         
         
           The
           Song
           of
           Moses
           .
        
         
           
             Deut.
             32.
             
          
           
             
               Verse
               1.
               
            
             
               GIve
               ,
               O
               ye
               Heavens
               ,
               ear
               to
               me
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               shall
               silence
               break
               ;
            
             
               And
               thou
               ,
               O
               Earth
               ,
               attend
               and
               hear
            
             
               The
               words
               my
               mouth
               shall
               speak
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               2.
               
            
             
               My
               doctrine
               as
               the
               rain
               shall
               drop
               ,
            
             
               My
               speech
               as
               dew
               shall
               pass
               ,
            
             
               As
               small
               rain
               on
               the
               tender
               herb
               ,
            
             
               And
               showers
               upon
               the
               grass
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               3.
               
            
             
               Because
               I
               'le
               publish
               ,
               and
               set
               forth
            
             
               The
               Lords
               most
               holy
               Name
               ,
            
             
             
               Ascribe
               ye
               greatness
               to
               our
               God
               ,
            
             
               His
               glorious
               praise
               proclaim
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               4.
               
            
             
               He
               is
               the
               Rock
               ,
               perfect
               his
               work
               ,
            
             
               His
               ways
               all
               judgement
               be
               ,
            
             
               A
               God
               of
               truth
               ,
               in
               Him
               no
               guile
               ,
            
             
               Most
               just
               ,
               and
               right
               is
               He.
               
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               5.
               
            
             
               They
               are
               corrupters
               of
               themselves
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               as
               his
               Childrens
               spot
               ,
            
             
               Is
               theirs
               ,
               they
               are
               preverse
               and
               crook't
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               they
               have
               begot
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               6.
               
            
             
               O
               foolish
               People
               ,
               and
               unwise
               ,
            
             
               Is
               this
               the
               course
               you
               take
               ?
            
             
               And
               do
               ye
               thus
               requite
               the
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               For
               all
               his
               kindness
               sake
               ?
            
             
               Has
               He
               not
               as
               a
               Father
               been
               ,
            
             
               Who
               thee
               redeem'd
               and
               bought
               ?
            
             
               Hath
               He
               not
               made
               and
               stablisht
               thee
               ,
            
             
               And
               thy
               deliverance
               wrought
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               7.
               
            
             
               Remember
               now
               the
               days
               of
               old
               ,
            
             
               Consider
               thou
               the
               years
               ,
            
             
             
               Of
               many
               generations
               past
               :
            
             
               Compare
               thy
               times
               with
               theirs
               ;
            
             
               Ask
               thou
               the
               Father
               ,
               and
               he
               'l
               shew
               ,
            
             
               What
               in
               his
               days
               befel
               ;
            
             
               Thine
               Elders
               also
               of
               their
               time
               ,
            
             
               And
               they
               to
               thee
               will
               tell
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               8.
               
            
             
               When
               to
               the
               Nations
               ;
               the
               Most
               High
               ,
            
             
               Their
               heritage
               did
               divide
               ,
            
             
               When
               he
               did
               separate
               Adams
               sons
               ,
            
             
               And
               shew
               them
               where
               to
               bide
               :
            
             
               He
               set
               the
               People
               buts
               and
               bounds
               ,
            
             
               And
               them
               dispos'd
               of
               then
               ,
            
             
               According
               to
               the
               numbers
               made
               ,
            
             
               Of
               Israels
               Children
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               9.
               
            
             
               For
               He
               doth
               for
               his
               Portion
               take
            
             
               His
               People
               and
               their
               race
               ,
            
             
               The
               lot
               of
               his
               inheritance
               ,
            
             
               He
               doth
               in
               Iacob
               place
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               10.
               
            
             
               He
               found
               him
               in
               a
               desert
               Land
               ,
            
             
               And
               howling
               Wilderness
               :
            
             
               Lead
               ,
               taught
               ,
               and
               kept
               him
               as
               his
               eye
               ,
            
             
               And
               what
               there
               tendrest
               is
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Ver.
               11.
               
            
             
               Like
               as
               an
               Eagle
               stirs
               her
               nest
               ,
            
             
               And
               flutters
               o're
               her
               young
               ,
            
             
               Spreads
               out
               her
               wings
               ,
               and
               them
               thereon
            
             
               Takes
               and
               preserves
               from
               wrong
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               12.
               
            
             
               So
               him
               the
               Lord
               sustain'd
               and
               led
               ,
            
             
               The
               Lord
               himself
               alone
               ,
            
             
               And
               there
               was
               no
               strange
               God
               with
               him
               ,
            
             
               None
               such
               to
               Israel
               known
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               13.
               
            
             
               On
               the
               high
               places
               of
               the
               Earth
               ,
            
             
               He
               caused
               him
               to
               ride
               ,
            
             
               That
               he
               might
               of
               the
               fields
               encrease
               ,
            
             
               Eat
               and
               be
               satisfied
               :
            
             
               Of
               Honey
               from
               the
               rock
               it self
               ,
            
             
               He
               made
               him
               suck
               his
               fill
               ,
            
             
               And
               Oyl
               ,
               which
               from
               the
               flinty
               Rock
            
             
               In
               plenty
               did
               distil
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               14.
               
            
             
               Butter
               of
               Kine
               ,
               and
               milk
               of
               Sheep
               ,
            
             
               Were
               then
               whereon
               he
               fed
               ,
            
             
               Besides
               the
               fat
               of
               Lambs
               ,
               and
               Rams
               ,
            
             
               The
               best
               that
               Bashan
               bred
               ,
            
             
               With
               Goats
               ,
               and
               with
               the
               finest
               fat
               ,
            
             
             
               And
               Kidneys
               of
               the
               Wheat
               ;
            
             
               And
               thou
               did'st
               drink
               the
               Grapes
               fresh
               blood
               ,
            
             
               Pure
               clean
               without
               deceit
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               15.
               
            
             
               But
               Iesurun
               waxed
               fat
               and
               kick'd
               ,
            
             
               How
               very
               fat
               thou'
               rt
               grown
               !
            
             
               Thou'
               rt
               grown
               thick
               ,
               fat
               and
               cover'd
               ore
            
             
               With
               fat
               ,
               puft
               up
               and
               blown
               :
            
             
               Then
               his
               great
               Maker
               he
               forsook
               ,
            
             
               And
               greatly
               disesteem'd
               ,
            
             
               The
               Rock
               ,
               which
               his
               Salvation
               wrought
               ,
            
             
               The
               God
               that
               him
               redeem'd
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               16.
               
            
             
               With
               strange
               Gods
               they
               provoked
               him
               ,
            
             
               And
               execrable
               Rites
               ,
            
             
               Than
               which
               his
               jealousie
               ,
               and
               wrath
               ,
            
             
               There
               's
               nothing
               more
               excites
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               17.
               
            
             
               They
               to
               plain
               Devils
               ,
               not
               to
               God
               ,
            
             
               Profanely
               sacrific'd
               ;
            
             
               To
               Gods
               they
               never
               knew
               before
               ,
            
             
               Which
               they
               themselves
               devis'd
               :
            
             
               To
               new
               God's
               ,
               that
               came
               newly
               up
               ,
            
             
               That
               were
               no
               God's
               before
               ,
            
             
             
               Such
               as
               your
               Fathers
               feared
               not
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               offered
               to
               adore
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               18.
               
            
             
               But
               of
               the
               Rock
               ,
               that
               thee
               begat
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               art
               unmindful
               grown
               ;
            
             
               Forgetting
               God
               who
               formed
               thee
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               he
               'd
               ne'r
               been
               known
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               19.
               
            
             
               This
               seen
               ,
               the
               Lord
               abhorred
               them
               ,
            
             
               His
               jealousie
               did
               smoak
               ,
            
             
               Because
               his
               Sons
               and
               Daughters
               too
               ,
            
             
               Did
               him
               no
               less
               provoke
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               20.
               
            
             
               I
               'le
               hide
               my
               face
               ,
               said
               he
               ,
               from
               them
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               their
               end
               will
               see
               ;
            
             
               For
               they
               're
               a
               very
               forward
               race
               ,
            
             
               Children
               that
               faithless
               be
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               21.
               
            
             
               Since
               they
               ,
               with
               that
               which
               is
               not
               God
            
             
               Mov'd
               me
               to
               jealousie
               ,
            
             
               And
               unto
               anger
               me
               provok't
               ,
            
             
               With
               every
               vanity
               :
            
             
               Them
               with
               a
               people
               next
               to
               none
               ,
            
             
               To
               jealousie
               I
               'le
               move
               ,
            
             
             
               And
               will
               some
               foolish
               Nation
               raise
            
             
               Who
               shall
               their
               patience
               prove
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               22.
               
            
             
               For
               in
               mine
               anger
               ,
               flames
               of
               fire
               ,
            
             
               Which
               are
               unquenchable
               ,
            
             
               Are
               kindled
               ,
               and
               shall
               fiercely
               burn
            
             
               Unto
               the
               lowest
               Hell
               :
            
             
               Which
               shall
               consume
               and
               wast
               the
               earth
               ,
            
             
               With
               her
               increased
               store
               ;
            
             
               And
               fire
               the
               foundations
               down
               ,
            
             
               On
               which
               the
               Mountains
               shore
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               23.
               
            
             
               On
               them
               will
               I
               great
               mischiefs
               heap
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               mine
               Arrows
               spend
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               24.
               
            
             
               Devouring
               Famine
               ,
               which
               shall
               burn
               ,
            
             
               And
               burning
               heat
               I
               'le
               send
               ,
            
             
               On
               them
               shall
               sore
               destruction
               come
               ;
            
             
               The
               teeth
               of
               savage
               beasts
            
             
               Shall
               waste
               them
               ,
               Serpents
               of
               the
               dust
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               poyson
               soon
               infests
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               25.
               
            
             
               The
               Sword
               without
               ,
               Terrors
               within
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               stroy
               ,
               none
               shall
               be
               spar'd
               ;
            
             
             
               Young
               men
               ,
               nor
               Virgins
               ,
               Sucking
               Babes
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               him
               that
               is
               gray-hair'd
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               26.
               
            
             
               I
               said
               ,
               I
               'de
               scatter
               them
               abroad
               ,
            
             
               And
               into
               corners
               chase
               ,
            
             
               And
               cause
               ,
               that
               their
               remembrance
               here
            
             
               With
               men
               should
               have
               no
               place
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               27.
               
            
             
               Were
               it
               not
               that
               I
               fear'd
               the
               wrath
            
             
               Of
               the
               insulting
               Foe
               ;
            
             
               Lest
               their
               proud
               Adversaries
               then
               ,
            
             
               Themselves
               should
               strongly
               show
               .
            
             
               And
               lest
               triumphing
               ,
               they
               should
               say
               ,
            
             
               Our
               hand
               is
               raised
               high
               ;
            
             
               It
               's
               not
               the
               Lord
               hath
               done
               all
               this
               .
            
             
               But
               our
               own
               gallantry
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               28.
               
            
             
               For
               they
               're
               a
               Nation
               most
               unwise
               ,
            
             
               Of
               Councel
               wholly
               voyd
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               do
               they
               understand
               at
               all
            
             
               How
               they
               themselves
               should
               guide
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               29.
               
            
             
               O
               that
               at
               length
               they
               would
               be
               wise
               ,
            
             
               That
               they
               this
               understood
               ;
            
             
             
               And
               that
               they
               would
               their
               latter
               end
            
             
               Consider
               for
               their
               good
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               30.
               
            
             
               How
               should
               one
               man
               a
               thousand
               chase
               ,
            
             
               And
               two
               ten
               thousand
               foyle
               ,
            
             
               Except
               the
               Lord
               their
               rock
               had
               sold
               ,
            
             
               And
               shut
               them
               up
               for
               spoyl
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               31.
               
            
             
               For
               their
               Rock
               is
               not
               as
               our
               Rock
               ,
            
             
               Our
               Enemies
               can
               tell
               ;
            
             
               If
               they
               themselves
               were
               left
               to
               judg
               ,
            
             
               Or
               make
               the
               parallel
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               32.
               
            
             
               For
               their
               Vine
               is
               of
               Sodoms
               Vine
               ,
            
             
               And
               of
               
               Gomorrah's
               Feild
               :
            
             
               Their
               Grapes
               are
               very
               Grapes
               of
               gall
               ,
            
             
               And
               bitter
               clusters
               yeild
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               33.
               
            
             
               As
               strong
               and
               deadly
               is
               their
               Wine
               ,
            
             
               As
               Dragons
               Poyson
               is
               ;
            
             
               Nor
               can
               the
               Venom
               of
               the
               Asp
            
             
               More
               cruel
               be
               than
               this
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               34.
               
            
             
               Is
               not
               this
               thing
               amongst
               the
               rest
            
             
               Layd
               up
               in
               store
               with
               me
               ,
            
             
             
               And
               up
               amongst
               my
               treasures
               seal'd
               ,
            
             
               Till
               there
               occasion
               be
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               35.
               
            
             
               Veng'ance
               ,
               and
               Recompence
               belong
            
             
               To
               me
               ,
               and
               none
               beside
               ;
            
             
               In
               due
               and
               most
               convenient
               time
            
             
               Their
               wandring
               feet
               shall
               slide
               .
            
             
               For
               loe
               the
               day
               draws
               on
               a
               pace
               ,
            
             
               Which
               their
               destruction
               brings
               ;
            
             
               The
               troubles
               that
               shall
               come
               on
               them
            
             
               Approach
               with
               open
               wings
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               36.
               
            
             
               For
               God
               shall
               judg
               his
               peoples
               cause
               ,
            
             
               (
               A
               righteous
               God
               is
               he
               )
            
             
               And
               shall
               repent
               himself
               for
               them
               ,
            
             
               That
               his
               own
               Servants
               be
               .
            
             
               Especially
               when
               he
               perceives
            
             
               That
               all
               their
               power
               is
               gone
               ;
            
             
               And
               that
               ther
               's
               none
               shut
               up
               ,
               or
               lest
               ,
            
             
               But
               they
               themselves
               alone
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               37.
               
            
             
               And
               he
               shall
               say
               ,
               where
               are
               their
               Gods
               ,
            
             
               What
               is
               become
               of
               those
               ?
            
             
               Their
               Rock
               ,
               in
               whom
               they
               did
               their
               trust
            
             
               And
               confidence
               repose
               ?
            
          
           
             
             
               Ver.
               38.
               
            
             
               Which
               of
               your
               Sacrifices
               eat
               ,
            
             
               The
               fat
               and
               pleasant
               things
               ,
            
             
               And
               drank
               the
               wine
               they
               did
               present
            
             
               In
               their
               drink
               offerings
               ?
            
             
               Let
               them
               arise
               with
               all
               their
               help
               ,
            
             
               And
               help
               you
               all
               they
               can
               ;
            
             
               And
               in
               your
               great
               extremities
               ,
            
             
               Be
               your
               protection
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               39.
               
            
             
               See
               now
               that
               I
               ,
               even
               I
               am
               he
               ,
            
             
               With
               me
               there
               is
               no
               God
               ;
            
             
               I
               kill
               ,
               and
               I
               do
               make
               alive
            
             
               In
               all
               the
               earth
               abroad
               :
            
             
               I
               wound
               ,
               and
               I
               make
               whole
               again
               ,
            
             
               And
               none
               can
               me
               withstand
               ;
            
             
               Nor
               is
               there
               any
               that
               can
               save
               ,
            
             
               Or
               take
               out
               of
               my
               hand
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               40.
               
            
             
               For
               to
               the
               Heavens
               (
               where
               I
               dwell
               )
               ,
            
             
               I
               lift
               mine
               hand
               on
               high
               ,
            
             
               And
               do
               most
               solemnly
               profess
               ,
            
             
               I
               live
               eternally
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Ver.
               41.
               
            
             
               If
               I
               my
               bright
               and
               glittering
               sword
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               once
               begin
               to
               whet
               ;
            
             
               On
               judgment
               ,
               if
               my
               hand
               take
               hold
               ,
            
             
               And
               there-upon
               be
               set
               :
            
             
               I
               'le
               render
               Veng'ance
               on
               them
               all
               ,
            
             
               That
               are
               mine
               Enemies
               ,
            
             
               And
               them
               reward
               to
               their
               desert
               ,
            
             
               That
               hate
               ,
               and
               me
               despise
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               42.
               
            
             
               I
               'le
               make
               mine
               Arrows
               drunk
               with
               blood
               ,
            
             
               My
               Sword
               shall
               flesh
               devour
               ,
            
             
               Because
               of
               blood
               ,
               and
               Captives
               made
               ,
            
             
               From
               the
               first
               day
               and
               hour
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               43.
               
            
             
               Ye
               wiser
               Nations
               ,
               then
               rejoyce
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               his
               people
               sing
               ;
            
             
               For
               hee
               'l
               revenge
               his
               peoples
               blood
               ,
            
             
               And
               wrongful
               suffering
               .
            
             
               His
               adversaries
               hee
               'l
               requite
               ,
            
             
               And
               veng'ance
               on
               them
               send
               ;
            
             
               But
               to
               his
               land
               ,
               and
               people
               there
               ,
            
             
               His
               mercy
               will
               extend
               .
            
          
        
      
       
         
         
           The
           Song
           of
           Deborah
           .
        
         
           
             Iudges
             5.
             
          
           
             
               Ver.
               2.
               
            
             
               PRaise
               ye
               the
               Lord
               (
               let
               it
               be
               said
               )
            
             
               Who
               veng'ance
               to
               our
               foes
               repaid
               ,
            
             
               When
               you
               his
               people
               not
               affraid
            
             
               Of
               life
               ,
               so
               brave
               a
               tender
               made
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               3.
               
            
             
               Ye
               Princes
               ,
               ye
               your
               ear
               afford
               ,
            
             
               And
               ye
               who
               bear
               the
               Regal
               sword
               ;
            
             
               Whil'st
               I
               in
               sacred
               hymns
               record
            
             
               The
               praise
               of
               Israels
               God
               ,
               the
               Lord
               ,
            
          
           
             
             
               Ver.
               4.
               
            
             
               When
               he
               from
               Scir
               his
               Army
               led
               ,
            
             
               Through
               Edoms
               fields
               his
               Ensigns
               spred
            
             
               Th'
               Earth
               shook
               ,
               the
               Heavens
               dropt
               for
               dread
               ,
            
             
               The
               Clouds
               did
               tears
               in
               plenty
               shed
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               5.
               
            
             
               The
               Mountains
               which
               before
               did
               swell
               ,
            
             
               Before
               thy
               face
               a
               melting
               fell
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               Sina
               could
               his
               force
               repel
               ,
            
             
               Who
               is
               the
               God
               of
               Israel
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               6.
               
            
             
               In
               Shamgars
               time
               ,
               and
               
               Iael's
               days
               ,
            
             
               
                 (
                 Shamgar
              
               I
               mean
               of
               Anaths
               race
               )
            
             
               None
               durst
               frequent
               the
               common
               ways
               ,
            
             
               Fear
               did
               the
               Traveller
               amaze
               .
            
             
               The
               high-ways
               then
               unsafe
               ,
               men
               crept
            
             
               Through
               Woods
               ,
               or
               into
               by-ways
               stept
               ,
            
             
               Or
               went
               by
               night
               when
               others
               slept
               ,
            
             
               (
               Their
               Foes
               them
               in
               such
               thraldom
            
             
               kept
               .
               )
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               7.
               
            
             
               The
               Land
               uncultivated
               lay
               ,
            
             
               In
               Isr'el
               men
               became
               a
               prey
               ,
            
             
               Till
               I
               arose
               ,
               I
               Deborah
               ,
            
             
               Till
               I
               their
               Matron
               bore
               the
               sway
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Ver.
               8.
               
            
             
               When
               to
               themselves
               new
               Gods
               they
               chose
               ,
            
             
               Then
               were
               their
               walls
               beseig'd
               with
               foes
            
             
               Though
               Isr'el
               forty
               thousand
               rose
               ,
            
             
               Was
               sheild
               or
               spear
               among
               all
               those
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               9.
               
            
             
               Ye
               Rulers
               ,
               O
               ,
               how
               well
               I
               take
               ,
            
             
               (
               When
               your
               poor
               Country
               lay
               at
               stake
               )
            
             
               Your
               zeal
               and
               valour
               for
               their
               sake
            
             
               Of
               Gods
               renown
               ,
               due
               mention
               make
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               10.
               
            
             
               Spake
               ye
               ,
               that
               on
               white
               Asses
               ride
               ,
            
             
               Now
               judging
               those
               that
               you
               defi'd
               ;
            
             
               And
               they
               that
               have
               the
               high-ways
               tride
               ,
            
             
               Now
               walking
               safe
               on
               every
               side
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               11.
               
            
             
               Ye
               to
               your
               Fountains
               now
               restor'd
               ,
            
             
               Where
               you
               the
               Archers
               noyse
               deplor'd
               ;
            
             
               There
               with
               united
               joyes
               record
            
             
               The
               righteous
               judgments
               of
               the
               Lord.
            
             
               His
               righteous
               Acts
               do
               you
               profess
               ,
            
             
               Towards
               you
               his
               Israel
               ,
               that
               possess
            
             
               Your
               Cities
               ,
               and
               your
               Villages
               ,
            
             
               Go
               down
               unto
               your
               gates
               in
               peace
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Ver.
               12.
               
            
             
               '
               Wake
               Deborah
               ,
               wake
               ,
               relate
               what
               's
               done
               ,
            
             
               Sing
               thou
               of
               our
               Salvation
               :
            
             
               '
               Rise
               Barack
               ,
               thou
               Abinoam's
               Son
               ,
            
             
               Isr'els
               renowned
               Champion
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               13.
               
            
             
               Lead
               Captive
               thy
               Captivity
               ;
            
             
               Him
               that
               remain'd
               he
               set
               on
               high
               ,
            
             
               To
               rule
               o're
               the
               Nobility
               ;
            
             
               The
               Lord
               gave
               me
               the
               Victory
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               14.
               
            
             
               From
               Ephraim
               thou
               a
               party
               gain'd
               ,
            
             
               Who
               their
               old
               principles
               retain'd
               ;
            
             
               Nor
               they
               from
               Benjamin
               refrain'd
               ,
            
             
               Who
               marched
               under
               thy
               command
               .
            
             
               From
               Machir
               came
               down
               leading-men
               ,
            
             
               Such
               as
               had
               old
               Commanders
               been
               ;
            
             
               Zebulons
               ready-writers
               then
               ,
            
             
               Took
               up
               the
               Sword
               ,
               and
               left
               the
               Pen.
            
             
               No
               fears
               did
               Issachar
               dismay
               ,
            
             
               His
               princes
               were
               with
               Deborah
               ,
            
             
               Marching
               where
               Barack
               led
               the
               way
               ,
            
             
               VVhose
               service
               in
               the
               Valley
               lay
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Ver.
               16.
               
            
             
               But
               Ruben
               did
               our
               thoughts
               amuse
               ,
            
             
               Because
               divided
               ,
               and
               did
               chuse
            
             
               To
               hear
               the
               bleating
               of
               his
               Ewes
               ,
            
             
               And
               did
               the
               holy
               Wars
               refuse
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               17.
               
            
             
               Gilead
               of
               thundring
               Drums
               afraid
               ,
            
             
               Or
               sloathful
               ,
               beyond
               Iordan
               stay'd
               :
            
             
               Dan
               more
               intent
               upon
               his
               trade
               ,
            
             
               Gat
               to
               his
               ships
               ,
               deny'd
               his
               aid
               :
            
             
               So
               Asher
               in
               his
               clifts
               resides
               ,
            
             
               And
               fortifies
               against
               the
               tides
               ;
            
             
               His
               eyes
               from
               publique
               danger
               hide
               ,
            
             
               Against
               his
               own
               alone
               provides
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               18.
               
            
             
               Yet
               Zebulun
               and
               Naphtali
               ,
            
             
               Were
               men
               of
               spirits
               far
               more
               high
               ,
            
             
               (
               Not
               daunted
               with
               the
               Enemy
               ,
               )
            
             
               Nor
               shun'd
               the
               great
               jeopardy
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               19.
               
            
             
               The
               Kings
               ,
               even
               Canaan
               Kings
               came
               out
            
             
               Their
               Armies
               up
               to
               Tanaach
               brought
               ,
            
             
               And
               by
               
               Megidda's
               waters
               fought
               ,
            
             
               Though
               for
               no
               gain
               but
               Israels
               rout
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Ver.
               20.
               
            
             
               〈◊〉
               the
               Celestial
               Warriours
               ,
            
             
               Fought
               against
               Sisera
               ,
               the
               Starrs
            
             
               (
               Though
               in
               their
               courses
               free
               from
               jarrs
               )
            
             
               Mov'd
               in
               Battalia
               ,
               in
               those
               warrs
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               21.
               
            
             
               Kishon
               that
               River
               so
               renown'd
               ,
            
             
               Swept
               them
               away
               not
               to
               be
               found
               :
            
             
               Thou
               O
               my
               Soul
               ,
               with
               conquest
               crown'd
            
             
               Hast
               trod
               down
               Strength
               unto
               the
               ground
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               22.
               
            
             
               Their
               Horses
               ,
               such
               then
               prancing
               were
            
             
               Either
               for
               fury
               ,
               or
               for
               fear
               ,
            
             
               Their
               mightiest
               then
               their
               hoofs
               did
               tear
               ,
            
             
               Quite
               broken
               in
               their
               fierce
               carreer
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               23.
               
            
             
               Curse
               Meroz
               ,
               curse
               ,
               an
               Angel
               cried
               ,
            
             
               That
               cursed
               crue
               that
               help
               denyed
               ,
            
             
               Refusing
               with
               the
               Lord
               to
               side
               ,
            
             
               Against
               the
               mighty
               sons
               of
               pride
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               24.
               
            
             
               But
               Iael
               (
               from
               those
               curses
               free
               )
            
             
               Heber
               the
               Kenites
               wife
               ;
               O
               shee
               ,
            
             
               Then
               Women
               of
               what
               ere
               degree
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               in
               the
               Tents
               more
               blessed
               be
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Ver.
               25.
               
            
             
               He
               ask't
               but
               water
               from
               the
               Spring
               ,
            
             
               She
               gave
               him
               milk
               (
               a
               better
               thing
               ;
               )
            
             
               And
               Butter
               as
               unto
               a
               King
               ,
            
             
               She
               in
               a
               Lordly
               dish
               did
               bring
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               26.
               
            
             
               But
               shee
               with
               courage
               fortifyed
            
             
               Her
               hands
               to
               other
               work
               applyed
               ,
            
             
               Her self
               a
               sharp
               nail
               did
               provide
               ,
            
             
               The
               right
               the
               Workmans
               hammer
               guide
               :
            
             
               So
               ,
               through
               the
               Temples
               ,
               Sisera
            
             
               She
               having
               peirced
               ,
               as
               he
               lay
               ,
            
             
               Smote
               off
               his
               head
               without
               dismay
               ;
            
             
               (
               Thus
               God
               to
               Israel
               gave
               the
               day
               .
               )
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               27.
               
            
             
               Down
               at
               her
               feet
               upon
               the
               floor
            
             
               He
               bow'd
               ,
               till
               he
               could
               bow
               no
               low'r
               ;
            
             
               Fell
               where
               he
               bow'd
               ,
               bath'd
               in
               his
               gore
               ;
            
             
               Bow'd
               down
               ,
               fell
               dead
               ,
               and
               rose
               no
               more
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               28.
               
            
             
               His
               Mother
               at
               the
               window
               stay'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               thrusting
               out
               her
               shoulders
               ,
               said
               ,
            
             
               His
               Charet-wheels
               why
               thus
               delay'd
               ,
            
             
               That
               heretofore
               such
               haste
               have
               made
               !
            
          
           
             
             
               Ver.
               29.
               
            
             
               But
               her
               wise
               Ladies
               standing
               by
               ,
            
             
               Yea
               ,
               she
               her self
               did
               make
               reply
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               30.
               
            
             
               Is
               't
               not
               because
               the
               Hebrews
               fly
               ,
            
             
               And
               he
               pursues
               victoriously
               ?
            
             
               Is
               not
               their
               stay
               their
               greatest
               gain
               ,
            
             
               That
               they
               returning
               on
               the
               slain
               ,
            
             
               A
               greater
               booty
               may
               obtain
               ,
            
             
               And
               every
               man
               a
               Girl
               or
               twain
               ?
            
             
               Whilst
               to
               great
               Sisera
               ther
               's
               brought
            
             
               By
               his
               brave
               Captains
               with
               a
               shout
               ,
            
             
               The
               choice
               of
               all
               the
               prey
               ,
               no
               doubt
               ;
            
             
               A
               prey
               with
               divers
               colours
               wrought
               :
            
             
               Some
               peice
               of
               needle-work
               ,
               suppose
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               curious
               work
               on
               both
               sides
               shows
            
             
               Meet
               only
               for
               the
               necks
               of
               those
               ,
            
             
               That
               trample
               on
               their
               spoiled
               foes
               .
            
          
           
             
               Ver.
               31.
               
            
             
               O
               Lord
               ,
               so
               let
               thine
               Enemies
               ,
            
             
               All
               that
               against
               thy
               people
               rise
               ,
            
             
               And
               mischeif
               in
               their
               hearts
               devise
               ,
            
             
               Perish
               in
               every
               enterprize
               :
            
             
             
               But
               they
               that
               love
               thee
               ,
               O
               that
               they
            
             
               Like
               to
               the
               Sun
               in
               lustre
               ,
               may
               ,
            
             
               When
               in
               his
               strength
               he
               takes
               his
               way
               ,
            
             
               Appear
               more
               glorious
               ,
               day
               by
               day
               .
            
          
        
         
           FINIS
           .