My dove, my undefiled, is 'but' one; She is the only one of her mother; She is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; 'Yea', the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
Y cam doun in to myn orcherd, to se þe applis of grete valeis, and to biholde, if vyneris hadden flourid, and if pumgranate trees hadden buriowned.