Song of Solomon 7
1 Douytir of the prince, thi goyngis ben ful faire in schoon; the ioyncturis of thi heppis ben as brochis, that ben maad bi the hond of a crafti man.
How beautiful are your feet in their shoes, O king's daughter! The curves of your legs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a good workman:
2 Thi nawle is as a round cuppe, and wel formed, that hath neuere nede to drynkis; thi wombe is as an heep of whete, biset aboute with lilies.
Your stomach is a store of grain with lilies round it, and in the middle a round cup full of wine.
3 Thi twei teetis ben as twei kidis, twynnes of a capret.
Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth.
4 Thi necke is as a tour of yuer; thin iyen ben as cisternes in Esebon, that ben in the yate of the douyter of multitude; thi nose is as the tour of Liban, that biholdith ayens Damask.
Your neck is as a tower of ivory; your eyes like the waters in Heshbon, by the doorway of Bath-rabbim; your nose is as the tower on Lebanon looking over Damascus:
5 Thin heed is as Carmele; and the heeres of thin heed ben as the kyngis purpur, ioyned to trowyis.
Your head is like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple, in whose net the king is prisoner.
6 Dereworthe spousesse, thou art ful fair, and ful schappli in delices.
How beautiful and how sweet you are, O love, for delight.
7 Thi stature is licned to a palm tree, and thi tetis to clustris of grapis.
You are tall like a palm-tree, and your breasts are like the fruit of the vine.
8 I seide, Y schal stie in to a palm tree, and Y schal take the fruytis therof. And thi tetis schulen be as the clustris of grapis of a vyner; and the odour of thi mouth as the odour of pumgranatis;
I said, Let me go up the palm-tree, and let me take its branches in my hands: your breasts will be as the fruit of the vine, and the smell of your breath like apples;
9 thi throte schal be as beste wyn. Worthi to my derlyng for to drynke, and to hise lippis and teeth to chewe.
And the roof of your mouth like good wine flowing down smoothly for my loved one, moving gently over my lips and my teeth.
10 Y schal cleue by loue to my derlyng, and his turnyng schal be to me.
I am for my loved one, and his desire is for me.
11 Come thou, my derlyng, go we out in to the feeld; dwelle we togidere in townes.
Come, my loved one, let us go out into the field; let us take rest among the cypress-trees.
12 Ryse we eerli to the vyner; se we, if the vyner hath flourid, if the flouris bryngen forth fruytis, if pumgranatis han flourid; there I schal yyue to thee my tetis.
Let us go out early to the vine-gardens; let us see if the vine is in bud, if it has put out its young fruit, and the pomegranate is in flower. There I will give you my love.
13 Mandrogoris han youe her odour in oure yatis; my derlyng, Y haue kept to thee alle applis, new and elde.
The mandrakes give out a sweet smell, and at our doors are all sorts of good fruits, new and old, which I have kept for my loved one.
