Song of Solomon 6
1 Thou faireste of wymmen, whidur yede thi derlyng? whidur bowide thi derlyng? and we schulen seke hym with thee.
Whither is your kinsman gone, you beautiful amongst women? whither has your kinsman turned aside? [tell us], and we will seek him with you.
2 My derlyng yede doun in to his orcherd, to the gardyn of swete smellynge spices, that he be fed there in orcherdis, and gadere lilyes.
My kinsman is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spice, to feed [his flock] in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3 Y to my derlyng; and my derlyng, that is fed among the lilies, be to me.
I am my kinsman's, and my kinsman is mine, who feeds amongst the lilies.
4 Mi frendesse, thou art fair, swete and schappli as Jerusalem, thou art ferdful as the scheltrun of oostis set in good ordre.
You are fair, my companion, as Pleasure, beautiful as Jerusalem, terrible as [armies] set in array.
5 Turne awei thin iyen fro me, for tho maden me to fle awei; thin heeris ben as the flockis of geet, that apperiden fro Galaad.
Turn away your eyes from before me, for they have ravished me: your hair is as flocks of goats which have appeared from Galaad.
6 Thi teeth as a flok of scheep, that stieden fro waischyng; alle ben with double lambren, `ether twynnes, and no bareyn is among tho.
Your teeth are as flocks of shorn [sheep], that have gone up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and there is none barren amongst them: your lips are as a thread of scarlet, and your speech is comely.
7 As the rynde of a pumgranate, so ben thi chekis, without thi priuytees.
Your cheek is like the rind of a pomegranate, [being seen] without your veil.
8 Sixti ben queenys, and eiyti ben secundarie wyues; and of yong damesels is noon noumbre.
There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.
9 Oon is my culuer, my perfit spousesse, oon is to hir modir, and is the chosun of hir modir; the douytris of Syon sien hir, and prechiden hir moost blessid; queenys, and secundarie wyues preisiden hir.
My dove, my perfect one is one; she is the [only] one of her mother; she is the choice of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and the queens will pronounce her blessed, yes, and the concubines, and they will praise her.
10 Who is this, that goith forth, as the moreutid risynge, fair as the moone, chosun as the sunne, ferdful as the scheltrun of oostis set in good ordre?
Who is this that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, choice as the sun, terrible as [armies] set in array?
11 Y cam doun in to myn orcherd, to se the applis of grete valeis, and to biholde, if vyneris hadden flourid, and if pumgranate trees hadden buriowned.
I went down to the garden of nuts, to look at the fruits of the valley, to see if the vine flowered, [if] the pomegranates blossomed.
12 Y knew not; my soule disturblide me, for the charis of Amynadab.
There I will give you my breasts: my soul knew [it] not: it made me as the chariots of Aminadab.
13 Turne ayen, turne ayen, thou Sunamyte; turne ayen, turne ayen, that we biholde thee. What schalt thou se in the Sunamyte, no but cumpenyes of oostis?
Return, return, O Sunamite; return, return, and we will look at you. What will you see in the Sunamite? She comes as bands of armies.
