THE CANTICLES, OR SONG OF SOLOMON, Reduced into a Decasyllable: Together, with the Song of MOSES In Meeter.  
By R. K.  
Printed in the year 1662.   

To the Right Honourable, and my ever most Honoured Lady, the Lady DIANA Countess of HOLLAND.  
AS Providence, Right Honourable, made you Inheretrix of so Princelike a Mansion, as few of your Sex have ever been superior therein; so are you hardly to be paralleled in those more estimable possessions treasured up in your mind, being as well familiar with other Tougues, as the owning Orator of that harmonious Lutetian Language, in the voluble, and elegant pronunciation whereof so to be admired, and in all other gifts and endowments both of body and mind so transcendent, as if Urania seemed only in your person and presence to erect a second Parnassus for her learned sisters. But amongst your Honour's matchless virtues, that of your Modesty, together with my own insufficiency, would disallow the expatiating in a panegyrical address; I shall therefore decline further praises, which not to seem flatteries where you are not known, would doubtless be thought detractions where you are. An obligation (most Honoured Madam) under which a great and undeserved favour from your honour, having brought me long since, (not only after my septennian travels, and return into the Land of my nativity) in then admitting me a servant in your most Noble Family and House of Kinsington, but also commending me afterward as Secretary to King James (of Famous Memory) his Ambassador. And therefore being ignorant how I might give testimony of my bounden duty, I took upon me the boldness to devote these few lines, only to manifest I had a desire (though unable) to make expressions of a due engagement, and so be delivered of that most pregnant conception of my devoted service; not doubting but as the Persian Monarch kindly accepted the poor man's handful of water, so your Honour will likewise admit this mite into the treasury of your Noble acceptation. As it hath pleased our Gracious God to give you patience (that precious and powerful panoply) in all troubles, not only in the most injurious deprivation of goods and lands, but also in the Martyrdom of the nearest relation: so that there may be, as with holy Job, a double restitution; as also that all the blessings on mount Gerizim in this life, and in the next all the blessings that Christ preached on the Mount, may be multiplied in your Honourable Person and Posterity, shall be the daily prayers of  
Your Honour's most humbly devoted servant R. K.   

To the Reader.  
IF any wonder at my presumption in publishing these lines, especially at such a time wherein so many learned productions are set forth, and so little regarded: I wish them to understand that I was induced hereunto by some, not of the meanest Quality, either for Virtue or Learning: and though for many late years we have heard the voice as of Haddarimmon in the valley of Megiddo, nothing but Lamentation and mourning in our Streets, we now (blessed be God) have cause to celebrate our deliverance in Songs of thanksgiving. Wherefore I have reduced into this Form of a Decasyllable, the Song of Solomon: The Subject as it proceeds from Royal (rather Divine) Authority, so it is no less Musical, and therefore were it overmuch Boldness in me to deviate from the text: Wherefore so near as I could, I confined myself to the words themselves, as by a Comparative Perusal will appear. Else happily the Verse (as more delightful to Curiosity) might have been invested in some Richer habit, and so Marched out in a more Poetical Posture then now it seemeth to do. How any shall value the ensuing Lines I am Ignorant, though my Conscience bears me witness in these weak Endeavours, my only Aim was at God's Glory, for that not seldom a verse moves such Delight and Attention as otherwise were not so easily obtained in the opinion of  
R. K.   

The Song of SOLOMON.  

Argument. Chap. 1.  

The Church to Christ makes most sincere expression  
Of her true love: and by her own confession  
She is deformed, yet prays she may be sent  
Amongst the flocks unto the shepherd's tent;  
He condescends (O gracious declaration)  
And so there's made a joint congratulation.  
Verse:   
Verse. 1 
AN holy Cantick paralleled by none,  
A Song of Songs, the Song of Solomon;   
Verse. 2 
The sacred Kisses of his mouth kiss mine,  
Thy love doth much exceed the sweetest wine.  
There's hope of concord (Diapason sweet)  
When spouse her Husband doth so kindly greet.   
Verse. 3 
The fragrant savour of thine Ointments prove thee  
Effused, and therefore do the Virgins love thee.   
Verse. 4 
O draw me (sure thy hests we will not shun)  
We will make haste and after thee will run.  
A Gracious King most lovingly hath sought me,  
Who hath into his royal chambers brought me.  
We will be glad and all rejoice in thee,  
Thy love's more precious than the Wine to me.  
From thee the upright never will depart,  
But most entirely love thee in their heart.   
Verse. 5 
I do indeed confess that black I am  
(O all you daughters of Jerusalem)  
Like tents of Kedar though a comely one,  
Or like the Curtains of King Solomon.   
Verse. 6 
O look not one me, for if black I be,  
The Sun hath blemished, and defaced me:  
There's none but will with me condole my woes,  
To think that brethren should become my foes,  
They only made me keeper of the Vine,  
But careless and remiss I kept not mine.   
Verse. 7 
Thou whom my soul doth love, O let me taste,  
And know where thou art pleased to take repast:  
Conceal it not, I pray, to me disclose  
Where all thy tender Flocks at noon repose:  
For why should I be one that turns aside,  
Or goes astray? Come, come, be thou my guide.   
Verse. 8 
O thou of women fairest, wouldst thou know?  
Then trace my flocks, and by their footsteps go;  
And let thy tender Kids take nutriment  
With near approaches to the shepherd's tent.   
Verse. 9 
I did thee often, O my love, compare  
To horses that in Pharaohs chariots are.   
Verse. 10 
Rich jewels set in rows thy cheeks do grace:  
Chains of the purest gold thy neck embrace.   
Verse. 11 
To the Rich Golden Borders for content  
we'll make with Silver Studs for Ornament.   
Verse. 12 
While that my royal King receives refection  
I feast one sense with Spicknards' sweet confection.   
Verse. 13 
A bundle of sweet Myrrh my wellbeloved  
Is unto me, and so of me approved.  
O may it be well pleasing in his sight  
Between my Breasts to lodge and lie at night.   
Verse. 14 
He as a Cypress cluster is to me  
Among the fertile vines of Engedie.   
Verse. 15 
Behold, behold how fair thou art my Love,  
Thine eyes are like th' eyes of the comely Dove.   
Verse. 16 
Behold, Beloved thou art pleasing fair,  
Our bed is also green, my Dove, my Dear.   
Verse. 17 
The Beams are Cedar which our house support,  
Our Rafters Fir: so do they well consort.    

Argument. Chap. 2.  

The mutual love of Christ, and Church we hear,  
The hope and her vocation doth appear;  
Christ's tender care of her, and her profession,  
The Church her hope, and of her faith's Confession.   
Verse. 1 
I am the Rose of Sharons' fertile field,  
The fairest Lily that the valleys yield.   
Verse. 2 
Even as the Lily that with thorns doth grow  
Amongst the daughters, so my Love ye know.   
Verse. 3 
Amongst the Brambles, as the Appletree,  
Amongst the sons so is my Dear to me.  
'Twas my delight and best my Joys did fit,  
When underneath his shadow I did sit:  
There to repose I made no little haste:  
His fruit was sweet and pleasing to my taste.   
Verse. 4 
He brought me to the wine, and for mine honour  
Did over me display his loving Banner.   
Verse. 5 
Stay me with flagons, apples comfort me;  
For I am sick, sick of love's malady.   
Verse. 6 
Under my head he doth his left hand place,  
And with his right he kindly doth embrace.   
Verse. 7 
I do adjure you of Jerusalem  
Even by the Roes and Hinds, and all of them  
You do not stir, nor once my love dis-ease,  
Nor yet presume t'awake him till he please.   
Verse. 8 
O leap for Joy, and cheerfully rejoice,  
For surely 'tis my well-Beloved's voice.  
Behold, he comes leaping upon the mountains  
Skipping the hills, above the liquid fountains.   
Verse. 9 
If my Beloved I can directly know  
He's like the Hart, or like the nimble Roe:  
Behold, behind our wall he takes his Station,  
And through the window makes his Speculation:  
O how these sacred Glympes my Soul do nourish,  
When through the Lattess I behold him flourish.   
Verse. 10 
My Dear-Beloved spoke, and thus did say,  
Rise up my Love, my Fair One, come away.   
Verse. 11 
For lo the thunder clapping storms at last flowers,  
Do cease, the Rain is over, Winter past.   
Verse. 12 
The Earth's adorned with sweet and fragrant  
The Birds make Music in their wooden Towers:  
Rejoice and sing your comfort's now at hand,  
The Turtles Voice is heard within our Land.   
Verse. 13 
The Fig Tree shows her fruit though it be green,  
The Vines sweet smelling tender grapes are seen;  
(His joyful sacred Voice brooks no delay)  
Arise my love, my fair one, come away.   
Verse. 14 
My Dove! that art within the secret place  
Of Rocks, and Stairs, let me behold thy face:  
Thy sweet melodious voice O let me hear,  
Voice sweet, and countenance comely both appear.   
Verse. 15 
The great and little Foxes see you take,  
For in our Vines and Grapes they havoc make.   
Verse. 16 
My well-beloved is mine, mine wholly is,  
I in like manner totally am his.   
Verse. 17 
Amongst the fairest Lilies feedeth he,  
Till Sun dispel the Clouds, till Shadows flee.  
Return beloved, like some young Hart or Roe,  
Which do upon the Mount of Bether go.    

Argument: Chap 3.  

The Church her fight and Conquest in temptation;  
Her Glory and Triumphant Ostentation.   
Verse. 1 
In bed I sought him by obscurest night  
Whom my Soul counts most precious in her sight▪  
No place so secret which I had forgot,  
Wherein to seek him, yet I found him not.   
Verse. 2 
No Street, nor place in City, but i'll prove,  
And search and seek him whom my Soul doth love,   
Verse. 3 
The Watch men which about the City went,  
Even they had found me out incontinent:  
To whom I said, o can you learn or prove  
Where I may find him whom my Soul doth love.   
Verse. 4 
From whom, when I had past a little space,  
I found my Soul's sweet Love, and only Grace:  
Fast hold on him I took, (I long had sought him)  
I left him not, but to my mother brought him;  
Nor yet content until I did him see  
Within her Chamber that conceived me.   
Verse. 5 
I do adjure you of Jerusalem  
Even by the Roes, 
2 Chap. 7  the Hinds, and all of them,  
You do not stir, nor once my Love disease,  
Nor yet presume t' awake him till he please.   
Verse. 6 
Who is She now that comes (I pray confess)  
Like smoking Pillars from the Wilderness,  
Perfumed with Odours, Mirth, and incense brave,  
And with all Spices which the Merchants have?   
Verse. 7 
Behold the Princely bed of Solomon,  
A rich one sure, for like it there is none;  
there's round about it (if you view it well)  
Sixty brave valiant men of Israel.   
Verse. 8 
They brandish all the Sword: they fear no Scars,  
Courageous all, all expert in the wars  
All have their Swords upon their Thighs for fear  
Lest any Danger should by Night appear.   
Verse. 9 
A Palace was there made by Solomon  
Of the strong stately Trees of Lebanon:  
The Pillars Silver, and the Pavement Gold,  
The Covering Richest purple that is sold:  
The midst thereof with love was paved for them,  
(I mean) the Daughters of Jerusalem.   
Verse. 10 
Go forth ye Daughters of Mount Zion, see  
The King now crowned in Glorious Majesty:  
(O chiefest Joy, o sacred Consolation  
To hear of such a matchless Coronation.)    

Argument. Chap. 4  

The Graces of the Church he makes appear,  
With that true Love which he to her doth bear;  
She likewise prays he would vouchsafe her fit  
In his most Gracious presence for to sit.   
Verse. 1 
Lo thou art fair, yea fair thou art my Love,  
Thine eyes are like, th'eyes of the comely Dove:  
Those comely hairs which grow among thy locks,  
In my esteem are like unto the Flocks  
Of Goats, (th'increase whereof makes th'owners glad,  
Such as look down from great Mount Gilead.   
Verse. 2 
Thy teeth like flocks of Sheep in order grow,  
Which purely washed do from the washing go;  
Each one brings twins (so fruitful is the Stock)  
There is not one prov's barren in the flock.   
Verse. 3 
Thy Lips like Scarlet are (thy teeth to fence)  
Thy talk's most comely, sweet, thy conference;  
And as a piece of a Pomegranate rare  
Within thy Locks, even so thy Temples are.   
Verse. 4 
Thy neck is strong, 'tis of great force & power,  
Made for Defence like David's only Tower  
A Thousand Shields do hang within the same,  
And all the Targets of great men of fame.   
Verse. 5 
Thy Breasts like two young Roes (being twins) appear  
Which do themselves among the Lilies cheer.   
Verse. 6 
Till the day break, and shadows pass away,  
The Mount of Myrrh, and Incense i'll survey.   
Verse. 7 
Thou art all fair my Love; in thee's no blot,  
Nor is there blemish or deformed spot.   
Verse. 8 
O come with me my Spouse, come let's be gone,  
Make haste, come quickly from Mount Lebanon:  
From Amana see that thou cast thine eye:  
From Shenir top, and from Mount Hermon high,  
From Dens of Lions, and the Mountains fell,  
Where none but cruel spotted Leopards dwell.   
Verse. 9 
My Spouse, my Sister, thou hast ravished  
Mine Heart, and hast with Love me captive led;  
Both with thine Eye, and Chain (my Love my Dear)  
Which thou about thy comely neck dost wear.   
Verse. 10 
How fair's thy Love (my Spouse & Sister mine,  
And how much better is thy Love then Wine!  
And all thine Ointments in their fragrant smell,  
The richest Spices of the world excel.   
Verse. 11 
Thy Lips like th'honey comb drop constantly,  
Under thy Tongue doth milk and honey lie:  
The Garments which thou daily puttest upon  
Do smell as sweet as Mount Lebanon.   
Verse. 12 
My Spouse a spring shut up, or fountain sealed  
Doth seem, or like a Garden fast impaled.   
Verse. 13 
Thy plants, an Orchard of Pomegranates are,  
With Spicknard, Camphire, and what else is rare:   
Verse. 14 
Spicknard, and Saffron, Calamus, and Myrrh,  
Aloes, chief Spices, with the juice of Fir.   
Verse. 15 
O Gardens fountain, Well of waters living,  
With streams from Lebanon true comfort giving.   
Verse. 16 
Arise O North, and come O South, and blow  
On this My Garden, that the spice may flow;  
Let my Beloved to his Garden haste,  
And of the fruits best pleasing let him taste.    

Argument: Chap. 5.  

Christ here awakes his Church and her he calls,  
She tastes his Love, and then Lovesick she falls,  
Not fully able yet she interlaces  
A brief de scription of him by his Graces.   
Verse. 1 
Lo in my Garden Sister now am I,  
My Myrrh I gather with my Spicery,  
On th'honey comb, and honey is my will  
To feed; on Wine and Milk to drink my fill:  
Be merry friends, 'tis comfort you may think,  
When you may feast, and may so freely drink.   
Verse. 2 
Indeed I now do sleep and slumber take,  
And yet methinks my troubled soul doth wake,  
'Tis my Beloved's voice that seems to knock,  
And saith, come quickly, quick to me unlock,  
My Sister, Love, my Dove, immaculate,  
Make haste, dispateh, wide open set the gate,  
My head is full of dew, which doth distil  
The humid Drops by night, my locks do fill.   
Verse. 3 
I am now naked, for my Coat is gone,  
Alas what means is there to put it on?  
I now am washed, and now my feet be clean,  
Must I pollute, and them defile again?   
Verse. 4 
My Love his hand put up into the door,  
My Bowels for him all were moved sore.   
Verse. 5 
I did arise when as my Love did knock,  
With Myrrh perfumed were Fingurs, and the Lock.   
Verse. 6 
I then did open, but my Love was one  
Withdrew himself, and quickly got him gone.  
(O Admiration,) when to me he spoke,  
How sense and motion did my Soul forsake?  
I sought him truly, him I could not find,  
No answer had I: (Justly I repined.)   
Verse. 7 
The watchmen which in City walk the round,  
They sought me out, to me they gave the wound;  
Wall Keepers struck me, and they did assail  
To take from me mine Honour, and my veil.   
Verse. 8 
I charge you Daughters of Jerusalem,  
Tell my Beloved, of Love that sick I am.   
Verse. 9 
O Thou fairest of Women, (tell me if thou can)  
Is thy Love fairer than another man?  
In thy Beloved is this thy trust so large  
Him to prefer, and us so deeply charge?   
Verse. 10 
O! my Beloved is ruddy, pure, and white,  
In whom before ten thousand I delight.   
Verse. 11 
His head is like pure gold, and gold that's fine,  
His bushy Locks like raven sable shine.   
Verse. 12 
His Eyes are like Doves Eyes, by Rivers wet  
With Milk, and washed, composed, and fitly set.   
Verse. 13 
His Cheeks like Beds of Spices in our Bowers,  
Adorned, and graced with sweet perfuming Flowers.  
His Lips like fragrant Lilies dropping sweet,  
Which with strong smelling Myrrh do kindly meet.   
Verse. 14 
His hands like Rings of Gold with Berill suited  
(Hands pure, such hands as never were polluted)  
Like Ivory, such is his belly bright,  
With Sapphire's purest in our humane sight.   
Verse. 15 
Like Marble Pillars, such his legs I hold,  
Set on the Sockets of the purest Gold.  
Like Lebanon his countenance permanent,  
And like the Cedars, so most excellent.   
Verse. 16 
His Mouth is sweet, yea loving sure is he,  
He only, he's best pleasing unto me.  
'Tis my Beloved, my friend, and his I am,  
(O all you Daughters of Jerusalem)    

Argument. Chap. 6.  

The Church in humble manner makes profession,  
And of her Faith in Christ, atrue confession,  
He shows the the Graces of his Church (his Dove)  
And likewise doth assure her of his Love.   
Verse. 1 
Of Women thou the fairest, where's that one  
I mean, how far is thy Beloved gone,  
And whither's thy Beloved now turned aside,  
That we may seek him, and with him abide.   
Verse. 2 
To Beds of Spices my Beloved doth go,  
To gather Lilies which in Gardens grow.   
Verse. 3 
He feeds amongst them, and without repine:  
His Love I am, and my Beloved is mine.   
Verse. 4 
As beautiful as Tirza art thou love,  
So comely as Jerusalem thou'lt prove:  
Fierce like a Foe with brave undaunted brags,  
And like an Army with displayed Flags.   
Verse. 5 
O turn, O turn thy piercing eyes from me,  
For now they seem to get the victory.  
Thy Hair, and comely Locks which thou dost wear,  
Like Flocks of Goats in Gilead do appear.   
Verse. 6 
Thy teeth like flocks of sheep in order grow  
Which purely washed, 
ch. 4. 2.  do from the washing go:  
Each one bring twins (so fertile is the stock)  
That there's not one proves barren in the flock.   
Verse. 7 
And as a piece of a Pomegranate rare  
Within thy Locks even so thy Temples are.   
Verse. 8 
Queens Sixty, Eighty Concubines there stand,  
Virgins in number, which exceed the Sand.   
Verse. 9 
My Dove she's one that's pure and unpolluted,  
Sole Daughter of her Mother she's reputed:  
The Daughters yield her blessed Salutations,  
The Queens, and Concubines high Commendations.  
Who is she, and what countenance in my sight  
Is that which seems like to the morning bright?  
Fair as the Moon, so radiant and so clear,  
As is that glorious Sol in his career:  
And Like an Army (cruel in their manners)  
Most dreadful in their practice under Banners.   
Verse. 11 
Down to the Garden of the nuts went I,  
Fruits in the valley that I might espy,  
If Vine did flourish, if the Grapes were good,  
Or if Pomegranate yet put forth a Budd.   
Verse. 12 
My Soul for flight before I was aware  
In Chariots of my Nobles did prepare.  
Return, O Shulamite, procrastination  
Renounce, on thee let's fix our contemplation,  
In this, our Shulamite, what can you see?  
Even as a furious armed company.    

Argument. Chap. 7.  

Her Graces here are Further manifested,  
Faith and Desire are likewise here protested.   
Verse. 1 
How splendent is th' appearance unto me  
Of thy shod feet, O Princely Progeny?  
Joints of thy Thighs like precious Jewels are,  
No work of Artists may with them compare.   
Verse. 2 
Thy Navell's some round goblett without crack  
And such an one as doth no Liquor lack:  
An heap of Wheat so white as whitest Lily,  
Even such an one is my Beloved's Belly.   
Verse. 3 
Thy Breasts like to young Roes being twins appear;  
Which do themselves among the Lilies cheer.   
Verse. 4 
Thy Neck is like some Turret mounted high, 
4. ch. 5.   
Or Tower of the purest Ivory;  
Thine Eyes are full of Glory and of State,  
Like Heshbons' Pool near to Bathrabbims' Gate:  
Like Lebanons fair Tower is thy Nose,  
Which on Damascus doth a look dispose.   
Verse. 5 
Thine head like Carmel, purple is thine hair:  
The Kings bound in thy rafters (O my Dear.)   
Verse. 6 
How fair, how pleasant art thou for delight,  
My Love? (I am unable to recite.)   
Verse. 7 
Thy stature's like the palm, those breasts of thine  
Are like the clusters of the sweetest vine,   
Verse. 8 
Up to the Palm tree I much speed will make,  
And on the boughs thereof fast hold will take:  
Like clusters of the Grape thy breasts shall be,  
Smell of thy nose like apples unto me.   
Verse. 9 
The palate of thy mouth like sweetest wine,  
Prepared and fit for this beloved of mine.  
Such wine as forceth by pure influence,  
Those fast asleep to show their eloquence.   
Verse. 10 
My well belov'd is mine, mine wholly is;  
I in like manner totally am his.   
Verse. 11 
Into the fields, beloved, let's hast amain,  
And in the villages let us remain.   
Verse. 12 
Let's early rise and to the Vine-yards high,  
There to behold the Vines plosperity:  
Whether the root its tender vine doth nourish,  
Or Vines yield Grapes, or if Pomegranate flourish:  
And there, even there thou shalt most certain prove,  
That I will freely give to thee my love.   
Verse. 13 
The Mandrakes, O beloved, I send forth a smell,  
Within our Gates are all things that excel;  
All fruits both new and old, and best approved  
I have laid up for thee my best beloved.    

Argument. Chap: 8.  

The Church her love, and fervent inflammation  
To Christ: and of the Gentiles true vocation:  
The Church here longs, nor can she brook delays,  
She daily for Christ's sacred coming prays.   
Verse. 1 
O would thou were like my native brother,  
Who sucked the breasts of my most loving mother.  
When I without should find thee would I meet thee,  
And would most kindly with my kisses greet thee:  
With kindest greeting that might be devised,  
I would salute, and yet not be despised.   
Verse. 2 
Then would I bring, & forthwith would conduct thee  
Into my mother's house who would instruct me,  
Where thou shouldst drink wine (of such influence)  
Of my pomegranates, spiced Quintessence.   
Verse. 3 
Under my head his left hand should he place,  
And with his right should kindly me embrace.   
Verse. 4 
I charge you daughters of Jerusalem, 
3. ch. 5   
Even by the Roes, the Hinds, and all of them,  
You do not stir, nor once my love dis-ease,  
Nor yet presume t'awake him till he please.   
Verse. 5 
Who is this now comes leaning (pray confess)  
On her beloved from the wilderness?  
By mine endeavours I have raised thee  
From underneath the fruitful apple tree;  
There that dear mother that conceived thee  
Did bring thee forth: (a blessed progeny.)   
Verse. 6 
O thou my love, see thou do not forget me  
In heart, on arm there like a signet set me:  
For love is strong as death, and jealousy  
Is to the grave most like for cruelty:  
theyare coals of fire, which issue from the same,  
which do afford an hot and vehement flame.   
Verse. 7 
Much water cannot quench love's inflammation,  
Nor can floods drown it with their inundation:  
Though man would give his whole estate for love,  
It would nought but contempt and hatred move.   
Verse. 8 
We have a sister, but those springs be dry,  
Which fed young babes, & still them when they cry;  
What shall we for our little sister do,  
When for her shall be suit and seeking to.   
Verse. 9 
If that she be a wall without defect,  
On her a silver palace we'll erect:  
If that a door she be we thus dispose her,  
Only with boards of Cedar to enclose her.   
Verse. 10 
I was a wall with breasts like towers bright,  
Then was I one found favour in his sight.   
Verse. 11 
At Baalhamon was a vineyard large,  
Which Solomon to keepers gave in charge;  
Each did a thousand silver pieces bring  
For fruit thereof unto the royal King.   
Verse. 12 
'Tis near at hand the vineyard which is mine:  
(O Solomon) a thousand must be thine:  
For such as keep the fruit we will prepare  
(A portion fit) two hundred for their share.   
Verse. 13 
All the companions to thy voice give ear:  
O thou that in the gardens dost appear,  
And dwell: O therefore let my soul rejoice,  
Cause me likewise to hear that blessed voice:   
Verse. 14 
Make haste beloved, like some young hart or Roe,  
Which do upon the spiced mountains go.     

The Song of MOSES. Deut. 32.  And they sung the Song of Moses, and the Song of the Lamb. Revel. 15. 3. 
Verse. 1 
GIve ear a while you heavens high  
To that I have in hand,  
Thou earth below thyself apply  
My words to understand.   
Verse. 2 
As bigger rain from clouds doth fall  
My speech pour out I will,  
And as the drops of dew so small,  
So shall my words distil.   
Verse. 3 
As gentle rain, that glads the flowers  
which pleasant Garden yields;  
And as the stronger streams of showers,  
Which wash the Grass, in Fields;  
The matter which I shall record,  
Is great Jehovah's name,  
Give Glory therefore, to the Lord  
By listening to the same.   
Verse. 4 
The most strong God hath perfected  
His works, which show his might,  
And all his ways are ordered  
By Judgement, and by Right:  
In word so faithful him account,  
As works do show him strong,  
As he in Judgement doth surmount,  
So far is he from wrong:   
Verse. 5 
It's of themselves that they be bad  
Who spilt themselves with Sin,  
A Bastard brood, and Nation mad,  
Not sons, nor ought of kin.   
Verse. 6 
Is this the thanks, O folk unwise,  
You for your God prepared,  
Ye foolish men, is this your guise,  
Your Lord thus to reward:  
What, is he not thy Father dear,  
Who thee most dearly bought,  
Who made thee of his mercy mere,  
And faishioned thee of nought?   
Verse. 7 
The day's forepast remember well,  
Time's gone to mind recall;  
Ask Grandsires old, and they will tell,  
And aged Fathers all.   
Verse. 8 
The highest God when he of old  
Gave Nations each their share,  
alloting Adam's Sons to hold  
Their Portions as they are:  
The Borders of the People he  
Appointed out to lie,  
As numbered now the issues be  
Of jacob's Progeny.   
Verse. 9 
Jehovahs' portion is his stock  
That chose he for his own,  
His Lot is fell in jacob's Flocks  
His Heritage alone.   
Verse. 10 
In midst of wasteful Wilderness,  
He there forlorn him found,  
In place of doleful barrenness,  
A roaring fruitless ground:  
He led him like a skilful guide,  
And taught him carefully,  
And from all peril did him hide,  
As apple of his Eye.   
Verse. 12 
As Eagle moves her birds to fly,  
By fluttering o'er her nest,  
Shoots out her wing, lifts up on high  
Her brood she bears to rest;   
Verse. 12 
Even so the Lord, and none beside  
Jehovah he alone  
Led him about, and other guide  
Or God with him was none.   
Verse. 13 
He bore him to the highest hills  
To eat the fruits in field,  
And suck the honey which distils  
From stone, and Oil Rocks yield.   
Verse. 14 
To feed on butter of the Kine,  
And Milk of fruitful Sheep:  
Fat Lambs, and Rams, and Kids which climb  
on Bashan hill, so steep:  
The grains of purest Wheat for bread,  
He him aloud to have:  
The grabe's sweet blood, and liquor red  
For drink to him he gave.   
Verse. 15 
But he full fed, began to kick  
With heel, and spurn full hard,  
So gross thou art, and brawnd so thick,  
And laded so with lard:  
Eft soon therefore did he forsake  
The God which life him gave.  
And of the Lord no count did make  
Who him from death did save.   
Verse. 16 
They him provoked to jealousy  
With gods of Nations strange;  
And did through their idolatry  
His love to hatred change,   
Verse. 17 
They served such gods they never knew,  
Not gods but fiends they were,  
A sort of start up gods and new,  
Whom Fathers did not fear.   
Verse. 18 
The mighty Lord thou hast forgot,  
Who thee of love begat,  
And thou thy god remember'st not,  
Whose hand did thee create.   
Verse. 19 
The Lord was angry for to see  
His children to offend:   
Verse. 20 
From them my face I will (said he)  
Turn back, and see their end:  
For sure a froward nation,  
And overthwart they are,  
A Faithless generation  
From truth removed far.   
Verse. 21 
With that which is not God, they me  
Provoke to Jealousy,  
Me to displease in love they be  
With every vanity.  
To Jealousy I will them move  
By men not great nor gay,  
I mean their patience for to prove  
By some as mad as they.   
Verse. 22 
For fire is kindled in my fume,  
Which burns to hel's deep pit,  
The earth's increase for to consume  
And mountain roots with it.   
Verse. 23 
My plagues on them I will bestow,  
Mine arrows I will spend.   
Verse. 24 
My wrath by hunger some shall know,  
By heat, shall others end▪  
A bitter plague appoint I shall  
With teeth of beast to tear:  
The serpents which in dust do crawl  
For them their stings shall bear.   
Verse. 25 
The sword without shall overtwrow  
In chambers fear shall slay  
Young men, young maids, babes, him also,  
Whose head for age is grey.   
Verse. 26 
I said I sure would havoc make,  
And scatter them abroad,  
So that their names should quite forsake  
The place of their abode.   
Verse. 27 
But that I fear their foes fell band,  
Would boast and brag it out,  
And say it was our mighty hand,  
That brought this work about.   
Verse. 28 
A nation senseless sure are they,  
No whit for to amend.   
Verse. 29 
For were they wise, then would they weigh,  
And mark their latter end.   
Verse. 30 
How should one man a thousand chase,  
And two ten thousand foil,  
Except their God drew back his Grace,  
And sold them to the spoule.   
Verse. 31 
For with our God, their Gods no whit▪  
Are once to be compared:  
No though our deadliest foes should sit  
The Judgement to award.   
Verse. 32 
Their grapes, are grapes of bitter gall,  
Their 〈◊〉 cruel death;   
Verse. 33 
Their wine, they Dragon's venom call,  
And Asps most deadly breath.   
Verse. 34 
And is not this reposed in store,  
And treasured up with me:  
Yea sealed sure with many more,  
So sure as sure can be.   
Verse. 35 
Revenge, and recompense mine are,  
Their foot in time shall slide,  
Their day of ruin is not far,  
Their Judgement stays no bide.   
Verse. 39 
Yet God shall for his folk repent,  
And Judge their cause alone  
When as their strength, and power is spent,  
And all their hope is gone.   
Verse. 37 
When once he may begin to say,  
Where now is all their boast,  
Where are those Gods which were their stay  
On whom they trusted most.   
Verse. 38 
Which ate their sacrificed fall  
And drank their offered wine▪  
Let them rise up, and help; for that  
They need no help of mine.   
Verse. 39 
No God besides me, can be found,  
Behold I, I am he,  
I kill, I save, I heal, I wound,  
None, none can hide from me.   
Verse. 40 
Mine hand to Heaven up I stretch,  
And swear, I live for ay.   
Verse. 41 
My glittering sword 〈…〉  
And whet, I home 〈…〉  
If once on Judgement I 〈…〉  
My wrath on foes shall 〈◊〉  
Mine haters then shall understand,  
I can regard them all.   
Verse. 42 
My shafts I shall make drunk in blood,  
My sword shall flesh devour.  
On slain and spared when I think good  
My wrath on them to pour.   
Verse. 43 
Ye Nations with his Church him praise,  
For you it will be good:  
For sure it is he will always  
Avenge his servants blood.  
His enemies shall feel his hand  
In vengeance more and more,  
But for his people, and his land  
He mercy hath in store.   
FINIS.