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 thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned him, that we may seek him with thee?'

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 beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed 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 beloved's, and my beloved is mine, that feedeth among 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.

Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.

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 thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that trail down from Gilead.

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.

Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, which are come up from the washing; whereof all are paired, and none faileth among them.

7 As the rynde of a pumgranate, so ben thi chekis, without thi priuytees.

Thy temples are like a pomegranate split open behind thy veil.

8 Sixti ben queenys, and eiyti ben secundarie wyues; and of yong damesels is noon noumbre.

There are threescore queens, and fourscore 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 undefiled, is but one; she is the only one of her mother; she is the choice one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her happy; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised 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 she that looketh forth as the dawn, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, terrible as an army with banners?

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 into the garden of nuts, to look at the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.

12 Y knew not; my soule disturblide me, for the charis of Amynadab.

Before I was aware, my soul set me upon the chariots of my princely people.

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 Shulammite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulammite? As it were a dance of two companies.