Song of Songs 1:3
Sweet is the smell of your perfumes; your name is as perfume running out; so the young girls give you their love.
Sweet is the smell of your perfumes; your name is as perfume running out; so the young girls give you their love.
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1The song of Songs, which is Solomon's.
2Let him give me the kisses of his mouth: for his love is better than wine.
4Take me to you, and we will go after you: the king has taken me into his house. We will be glad and full of joy in you, we will give more thought to your love than to wine: rightly are they your lovers.
9You have taken away my heart, my sister, my bride; you have taken away my heart, with one look you have taken it, with one chain of your neck!
10How fair is your love, my sister! How much better is your love than wine, and the smell of your oils than any perfume!
11Your lips are dropping honey; honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your clothing is like the smell of Lebanon.
12A garden walled-in is my sister, my bride; a garden shut up, a spring of water stopped.
13The produce of the garden is pomegranates; with all the best fruits, henna and spikenard,
14Spikenard and safron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.
15You are a fountain of gardens, a spring of living waters, and flowing waters from Lebanon.
5Your head is like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple, in whose net the king is prisoner.
6How beautiful and how sweet you are, O love, for delight.
7You are tall like a palm-tree, and your breasts are like the fruit of the vine.
5I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, let not love be moved till it is ready.
6Who is this coming out of the waste places like pillars of smoke, perfumed with sweet spices, with all the spices of the trader?
8Your robes are full of the smell of all sorts of perfumes and spices; music from the king's ivory houses has made you glad.
12While the king is seated at his table, my spices send out their perfume.
13As a bag of myrrh is my well-loved one to me, when he is at rest all night between my breasts.
14My love is to me as a branch of the cypress-tree in the vine-gardens of En-gedi.
15See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove.
16His mouth is most sweet; yes, he is all beautiful. This is my loved one, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
13His face is as beds of spices, giving out perfumes of every sort; his lips like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
5Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth, which take their food among the lilies.
6Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
7You are all fair, my love; there is no mark on you.
7Say, O love of my soul, where you give food to your flock, and where you make them take their rest in the heat of the day; why have I to be as one wandering by the flocks of your friends?
8If you have not knowledge, O most beautiful among women, go on your way in the footsteps of the flock, and give your young goats food by the tents of the keepers.
9I have made a comparison of you, O my love, to a horse in Pharaoh's carriages.
10Your face is a delight with rings of hair, your neck with chains of jewels.
9What is your loved one more than another, O fairest among women? What is your loved one more than another, that you say this to us?
1Where is your loved one gone, O most fair among women? Where is your loved one turned away, that we may go looking for him with you?
2My loved one is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to take food in the gardens, and to get lilies.
1I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride; to take my myrrh with my spice; my wax with my honey; my wine with my milk. Take meat, O friends; take wine, yes, be overcome with love.
2I am sleeping, but my heart is awake; it is the sound of my loved one at the door, saying, Be open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my very beautiful one; my head is wet with dew, and my hair with the drops of the night.
1See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove; your hair is as a flock of goats, which take their rest on the side of Gilead.
9And the roof of your mouth like good wine flowing down smoothly for my loved one, moving gently over my lips and my teeth.
10I am for my loved one, and his desire is for me.
10My loved one said to me, Get up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
14Come quickly, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of spice.
2As the lily-flower among the thorns of the waste, so is my love among the daughters.
13The fig-tree puts out her green fruit and the vines with their young fruit give a good smell. Get up from your bed, my beautiful one, and come away.
14O my dove, you are in the holes of the mountain sides, in the cracks of the high hills; let me see your face, let your voice come to my ears; for sweet is your voice, and your face is fair.
2You are fairer than the children of men; grace is flowing through your lips; for this cause the blessing of God is with you for ever.
9My dove, my very beautiful one, is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the dearest one of her who gave her birth. The daughters saw her, and gave her a blessing; yes, the queens and the servant-wives, and they gave her praises.
4You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, as fair as Jerusalem; you are to be feared like an army with flags.
17I have made my bed sweet with perfumes and spices.
2It is like oil of great price on the head, flowing down over the face, even Aaron's face: coming down to the edge of his robe;
12Let us go out early to the vine-gardens; let us see if the vine is in bud, if it has put out its young fruit, and the pomegranate is in flower. There I will give you my love.
13The mandrakes give out a sweet smell, and at our doors are all sorts of good fruits, new and old, which I have kept for my loved one.
5I got up to let my loved one in; and my hands were dropping with myrrh, and my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the lock of the door.