Song of Solomon

Geneva: Howe beautifull are thy goings with shooes, O princes daughter! the ioynts of thy thighs are like iewels: the worke of the hande of a cunning workeman.

Geneva: Thy nauel is as a round cuppe that wanteth not licour: thy belly is as an heape of wheat compassed about with lilies.

Geneva: Thy two breastes are as two young roes that are twinnes.

Geneva: Thy necke is like a towre of yuorie: thine eyes are like the fishe pooles in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose is as the towre of Lebanon, that looketh toward Damascus.

Geneva: Thine head vpon thee is as skarlet, and the bush of thine head like purple: the King is tyed in the rafters.

Geneva: Howe faire art thou, and howe pleasant art thou, O my loue, in pleasures!

Geneva: This thy stature is like a palme tree, and thy brestes like clusters.

Geneva: I saide, I will goe vp into the palme tree, I will take holde of her boughes: thy breastes shall nowe be like the clusters of the vine: and the sauour of thy nose like apples,

Geneva: And the roufe of thy mouth like good wine, which goeth straight to my welbeloued, and causeth the lippes of the ancient to speake.

Geneva: I am my welbeloueds, and his desire is toward mee.

Geneva: Come, my welbeloued, let vs go foorth into the fielde: let vs remaine in the villages.

Geneva: Let vs get vp early to the vines, let vs see if the vine florish, whether it hath budded the small grape, or whether the pomegranates florish: there will I giue thee my loue.

Geneva: The mandrakes haue giuen a smell, and in our gates are all sweete things, new and olde: my welbeloued, I haue kept them for thee.