Song of Songs 1:7
Say, 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?
Say, 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?
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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.
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.
3I am for my loved one, and my loved one is for me; he takes food among the lilies.
4You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, as fair as Jerusalem; you are to be feared like an army with flags.
5Let your eyes be turned away from me; see, they have overcome me; your hair is as a flock of goats which take their rest on the side of Gilead.
1By night on my bed I was looking for him who is the love of my soul: I was looking for him, but I did not see him.
2I will get up now and go about the town, in the streets and in the wide ways I will go after him who is the love of my soul: I went after him, but I did not see him.
3The watchmen who go about the town came by me; to them I said, Have you seen him who is my heart's desire?
4I was but a little way from them, when I came face to face with him who is the love of my soul. I took him by the hands, and did not let him go, till I had taken him into my mother's house, and into the room of her who gave me birth.
5I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, let not love be moved till it is ready.
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.
5I am dark, but fair of form, O daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
6Let not your eyes be turned on me, because I am dark, because I was looked on by the sun; my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vine-gardens; but my vine-garden I have not kept.
6I made the door open to my loved one; but my loved one had taken himself away, and was gone, my soul was feeble when his back was turned on me; I went after him, but I did not come near him; I said his name, but he gave me no answer.
7The keepers who go about the town overtook me; they gave me blows and wounds; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
8I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you see my loved one, what will you say to him? That I am overcome with love.
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?
10My loved one is white and red, the chief among ten thousand.
16My loved one is mine, and I am his: he takes his food among the flowers.
17Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, come, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of Bether.
9My loved one is like a roe; see, he is on the other side of our wall, he is looking in at the windows, letting himself be seen through the spaces.
10My loved one said to me, Get up, my love, my fair 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.
13You who have your resting-place in the gardens, the friends give ear to your voice; make me give ear to it.
14Come quickly, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of spice.
6How beautiful and how sweet you are, O love, for delight.
10I am for my loved one, and his desire is for me.
11Come, my loved one, let us go out into the field; let us take rest among the cypress-trees.
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.
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.
16See, you are fair, my loved one, and a pleasure; our bed is green.
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.
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.
8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon; see from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the places of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.
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!
7I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, do not let love be moved till it is ready.
4I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, do not let love be moved till it is ready.
5Who is this, who comes up from the waste places, resting on her loved one? It was I who made you awake under the apple-tree, where your mother gave you birth; there she was in pain at your birth.
10Who is she, looking down as the morning light, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, who is to be feared like an army with flags?
1Oh that you were my brother, who took milk from my mother's breasts! When I came to you in the street, I would give you kisses; yes, I would not be looked down on.
3As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood, so is my loved one among the sons. I took my rest under his shade with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
12Before I was conscious of it, ...