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The New Testament diligently corrected and compared with the GreekThe Newe Testament dylygently corrected and compared with the Greke
The New Testament diligently corrected and compared with the Greek by William Tyndale, and finished in the year of our Lord God A.M.D. & xxxiiij. in the month of November.The Newe Testament dylygently corrected and compared with the Greke by Willyam Tindale, and fynesshed in the yere of our Lorde God A.M.D. & xxxiiij. in the moneth of Nouember.
Antwerp: printed by Marten Emperowr, 1534Anwerp: printed by Marten Emperowr, 1534
Title page typeset from the transcription.
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
¶ On the visitation of our laid the epistle.
¶ On the visitacion of oure layde the epistle.
I Am the flour of the field / & lilies of the valleys. As y• lily among the thorns1 so is my love among the daughters. As the apple tree among the trees of y• wood so is my beloved among the sons / in his shadow was my desire to sit / for his fruit was sweet to my mouth. He brought me into his wine seller: and his behaviour to me ward was lovely. Behold my beloved said to me: up & hast my love / my dove / my beautiful & come / for now is winter gone & rain departed & past. The flowers appear in our country & the time is come to cut y• vines. The voice of the turtle dove is hard in our land. The fig tree hath brought forth her figs / & the vine blossoms give a savour. Up hast my love / my dove / in the holes of the rock and secret places of the walls. Show me thy face and let me here thy voice / for thy voice is sweet and thy fashion beautiful.
I Am the floure of ye felde / & lylyes of the valeyes. As y• lylye amōge the thornes1 so is my loue amonge ye daughters. As the appletre amonge the trees of y• wood so is my beloued amonge the sonnes / in his shadow was my desyet to syt / for his frute was swete to my mouth. He brought me into his wyne seller: and his behauer to mewarde was louely. Beholde my beloued sayde to me: vp & hast my loue / my doue / my bewtifull & come / for now is wynter gone & rayne departed & past. The floures apere in oure contre & the tyme is come to cut y vynes. The voyce of ye turtle doue is harde in oure lande. The fygge tre hath brought forth hir fygges / & the vyne blossoms geue a sauoure. Vp hast my loue / my doue / in the holes of the rocke and secret places of the walles. Shew me thy face and let me here thy voyce / for thy voyce is swete and thy fassyon bewtifull.