Song of Songs 8:9
If she be a wall, We will build upon her a turret of silver: And if she be a door, We will inclose her with boards of cedar.
If she be a wall, We will build upon her a turret of silver: And if she be a door, We will inclose her with boards of cedar.
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6Set me as a seal upon thy heart, As a seal upon thine arm: For love is strong as death; Jealousy is cruel as Sheol; The flashes thereof are flashes of fire, A very flame of Jehovah.
7Many waters cannot quench love, Neither can floods drown it: If a man would give all the substance of his house for love, He would utterly be contemned.
8We have a little sister, And she hath no breasts: What shall we do for our sister In the day when she shall be spoken for?
10I am a wall, and my breasts like the towers [thereof] Then was I in his eyes as one that found peace.
12A garden shut up is my sister, [my] bride; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
11We will make thee plaits of gold With studs of silver.
17The beams of our house are cedars, [And] our rafters are firs.
10He made the pillars thereof of silver, The bottom thereof of gold, the seat of it of purple, The midst thereof being paved with love, From the daughters of Jerusalem.
1Wisdom hath builded her house; She hath hewn out her seven pillars:
8Exalt her, and she will promote thee; She will bring thee to honor, when thou dost embrace her.
9She will give to thy head a chaplet of grace; A crown of beauty will she deliver to thee.
4Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armory, Whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, All the shields of the mighty men.
5Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe, Which feed among the lilies.
6Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense.
1Oh that thou wert as my brother, That sucked the breasts of my mother! [When] I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; Yea, and none would despise me.
2I would lead thee, [and] bring thee into my mother's house, Who would instruct me; I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate.
3His left hand [should be] under my head, And his right hand should embrace me.
9My 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.
10Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, Fair as the moon, Clear as the sun, Terrible as an army with banners?
9Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, [my] bride; Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.
9My 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.
19[ As] a loving hind and a pleasant doe, Let her breasts satisfy thee at all times; And be thou ravished always with her love.
6Therefore, behold, I will hedge up thy way with thorns, and I will build a wall against her, that she shall not find her paths.
4Thy neck is like the tower of ivory; Thine eyes [as] the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon Which looketh toward Damascus.
8If 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.
14And she sitteth at the door of her house, On a seat in the high places of the city,
15She is more precious than rubies: And none of the things thou canst desire are to be compared unto her.
8Remove thy way far from her, And come not nigh the door of her house;
8Passing through the street near her corner; And he went the way to her house,
31Give her of the fruit of her hands; And let her works praise her in the gates.
17Her ways are ways of pleasantness, And all her paths are peace.
18She is a tree of life to them that lay hold upon her: And happy is every one that retaineth her.
7This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to its clusters.
8I said, I will climb up into the palm-tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof: Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, And the smell of thy breath like apples,
6Forsake her not, and she will preserve thee; Love her, and she will keep thee.
15His legs are [as] pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: His aspect is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
1Every wise woman buildeth her house; But the foolish plucketh it down with her own hands.
12When our sons shall be as plants grown up in their youth, And our daughters as corner-stones hewn after the fashion of a palace;
2On the top of high places by the way, Where the paths meet, she standeth;
3Beside the gates, at the entry of the city, At the coming in at the doors, she crieth aloud:
12Let us get up early to the vineyards; Let us see whether the vine hath budded, [And] its blossom is open, [And] the pomegranates are in flower: There will I give thee my love.
4Say unto wisdom, Thou art my sister; And call understanding [thy] kinswoman:
4If thou seek her as silver, And search for her as for hid treasures:
3She hath sent forth her maidens; She crieth upon the highest places of the city:
4Whoso is simple, let him turn in hither: As for him that is void of understanding, she saith to him,
6For at the window of my house I looked forth through my lattice;
14that saith, I will build me a wide house and spacious chambers, and cutteth him out windows; and it is ceiled with cedar, and painted with vermilion.
9If my heart hath been enticed unto a woman, And I have laid wait at my neighbor's door;
12Now she is in the streets, now in the broad places, And lieth in wait at every corner.)
22She maketh for herself carpets of tapestry; Her clothing is fine linen and purple.