Song of Songs 7:11

American Standard Version (1901)

Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; Let us lodge in the villages.

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Referenced Verses

  • Song 4:8 : 8 Come with me from Lebanon, [my] bride, With me from Lebanon: Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the lions' dens, From the mountains of the leopards.
  • Song 1:4 : 4 Draw me; we will run after thee: The king hath brought me into his chambers; We will be glad and rejoice in thee; We will make mention of thy love more than of wine: Rightly do they love thee. [
  • Song 2:10-13 : 10 My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. 11 For, lo, the winter is past; The rain is over and gone; 12 The flowers appear on the earth; The time of the singing [of birds] is come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land; 13 The fig-tree ripeneth her green figs, And the vines are in blossom; They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

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    13 The mandrakes give forth fragrance; And at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, Which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.

  • Song 2:7-11
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    7 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, Until he please.

    8 The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh, Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.

    9 My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: Behold, he standeth behind our wall; He looketh in at the windows; He glanceth through the lattice.

    10 My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

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  • Song 7:8-10
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  • Song 6:1-3
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    1 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 beloved is gone down to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

    3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine; He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies,

  • 18 Come, let us take our fill of love until the morning; Let us solace ourselves with loves.

  • Song 1:13-14
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    13 My beloved is unto me [as] a bundle of myrrh, That lieth betwixt my breasts.

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  • Song 2:13-14
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    13 The fig-tree ripeneth her green figs, And the vines are in blossom; They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

    14 O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the steep place, Let me see thy countenance, Let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

  • Song 2:16-17
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    16 My beloved is mine, and I am his: He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies.

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    1 I am come into my garden, my sister, [my] bride: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends; Drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.

    2 I was asleep, but my heart waked: It is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, [saying], Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.

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    13 Thou that dwellest in the gardens, The companions hearken for thy voice: Cause me to hear it.

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  • Song 4:15-16
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    15 [ Thou art] a fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, And flowing streams from Lebanon.

    16 Awake, O north wind; And come, thou south; Blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, And eat his precious fruits.

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    7 Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, Where thou feedest [thy flock], Where thou makest [it] to rest at noon: For why should I be as one that is veiled Beside the flocks of thy companions?

    8 If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents.

  • 6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!

  • 8 Come with me from Lebanon, [my] bride, With me from Lebanon: Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the lions' dens, From the mountains of the leopards.

  • 6 Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense.

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    2 [ I said], I will rise now, and go about the city; In the streets and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.

    3 The watchmen that go about the city found me; [To whom I said], Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?

    4 It was but a little that I passed from them, When I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go, Until I had brought him into my mother's house, And into the chamber of her that conceived me.

    5 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, Until he please.

    6 Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness Like pillars of smoke, Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, With all powders of the merchant?

  • 1 Let me sing for my wellbeloved a song of my beloved touching his vineyard. My wellbeloved had a vineyard in a very fruitful hill:

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    3 His left hand [should be] under my head, And his right hand should embrace me.

    4 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, That ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, Until he please.

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  • 6 I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself, [and] was gone. My soul had failed me when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

  • Song 2:3-4
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    3 As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood, So is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, And his fruit was sweet to my taste.

    4 He brought me to the banqueting-house, And his banner over me was love.

  • 8 Passing through the street near her corner; And he went the way to her house,

  • 9 What is thy beloved more than [another] beloved, O thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than [another] beloved, That thou dost so adjure us?

  • 12 A garden shut up is my sister, [my] bride; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

  • 2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; For thy love is better than wine.