Song of Songs 5:15
His legs are as pillars of stone on a base of delicate gold; his looks are as Lebanon, beautiful as the cedar-tree.
His legs are as pillars of stone on a base of delicate gold; his looks are as Lebanon, beautiful as the cedar-tree.
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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.
11His head is as the most delicate gold; his hair is thick, and black as a raven.
12His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the water streams, washed with milk, and rightly placed.
13His face is as beds of spices, giving out perfumes of every sort; his lips like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
14His hands are as rings of gold ornamented with beryl-stones; his body is as a smooth plate of ivory covered with sapphires.
16His mouth is most sweet; yes, he is all beautiful. This is my loved one, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
1How beautiful are your feet in their shoes, O king's daughter! The curves of your legs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a good workman:
2Your stomach is a store of grain with lilies round it, and in the middle a round cup full of wine.
3Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth.
4Your neck is as a tower of ivory; your eyes like the waters in Heshbon, by the doorway of Bath-rabbim; your nose is as the tower on Lebanon looking over Damascus:
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.
10He made its pillars of silver, its base of gold, its seat of purple, the middle of it of ebony.
11Go out, O daughters of Jerusalem, and see King Solomon, with the crown which his mother put on his head on the day when he was married, and on the day of the joy of his heart.
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.
8The voice of my loved one! See, he comes dancing on the mountains, stepping quickly on the hills.
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.
15You are a fountain of gardens, a spring of living waters, and flowing waters from Lebanon.
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.
17Cedar-trees are the pillars of our house; and our boards are made of fir-trees.
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.
4Your neck is like the tower of David made for a store-house of arms, in which a thousand breastplates are hanging, breastplates for fighting-men.
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.
6Who is this coming out of the waste places like pillars of smoke, perfumed with sweet spices, with all the spices of the trader?
6I will be as the dew to Israel; he will put out flowers like a lily, and send out his roots like Lebanon.
15And his feet like polished brass, as if it had been burned in a fire; and his voice was as the sound of great waters.
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.
8No cedars were equal to it in the garden of God; the fir-trees were not like its branches, and plane-trees were as nothing in comparison with its arms; no tree in the garden of God was so beautiful.
5I am dark, but fair of form, O daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
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.
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.
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.
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?
14Come quickly, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of spice.
6His left hand is under my head, and his right hand is round about me.
18Truly, if the river is overflowing, it gives him no cause for fear; he has no sense of danger, even if Jordan is rushing against his mouth.
10I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers; then was I in his eyes as one to whom good chance had come.
10I am for my loved one, and his desire is for me.