Song of Songs 4:12
A garden walled-in is my sister, my bride; a garden shut up, a spring of water stopped.
A garden walled-in is my sister, my bride; a garden shut up, a spring of water stopped.
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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.
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.
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!
11Your lips are dropping honey; honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your clothing is like the smell of Lebanon.
13The produce of the garden is pomegranates; with all the best fruits, henna and spikenard,
15You are a fountain of gardens, a spring of living waters, and flowing waters from Lebanon.
16Be awake, O north wind; and come, O south, blowing on my garden, so that its spices may come out. Let my loved one come into his garden, and take of his good fruits.
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.
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.
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.
10My loved one said to me, Get up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
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.
16My loved one is mine, and I am his: he takes his food among the flowers.
18Let blessing be on your fountain; have joy in the wife of your early years.
19As a loving hind and a gentle doe, let her breasts ever give you rapture; let your passion at all times be moved by her love.
1I am a rose of Sharon, a flower of the valleys.
2As the lily-flower among the thorns of the waste, so is my love among the daughters.
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.
4He took me to the house of wine, and his flag over me was love.
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.
8We have a young sister, and she has no breasts; what are we to do for our sister in the day when she is given to a man?
9If she is a wall, we will make on her a strong base of silver; and if she is a door, we will let her be shut up with cedar-wood.
16His mouth is most sweet; yes, he is all beautiful. This is my loved one, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
2Let him give me the kisses of his mouth: for his love is better than wine.
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.
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.
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.
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.
6Who is this coming out of the waste places like pillars of smoke, perfumed with sweet spices, with all the spices of the trader?
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.
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.
3Your red lips are like a bright thread, and your mouth is fair of form; the sides of your head are like pomegranate fruit under your veil.
1Let me make a song about my loved one, a song of love for his vine-garden. My loved one had a vine-garden on a fertile hill:
16See, you are fair, my loved one, and a pleasure; our bed is green.
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.
7I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, do not let love be moved till it is ready.