Song of Songs 1:12
While the king was at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.
While the king was at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.
While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.
While the king sits at his table, my spikenard sends forth its fragrance.
While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.
While the king sat at his table, My spikenard sent forth its fragrance.
When the kynge sytteth at the table, he shal smell my Nardus:
Whiles the King was at his repast, my spikenard gaue the smell thereof.
When the king sitteth at the table, he shall smell my Nardus:
¶ While the king [sitteth] at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.
While the king sat at his table, My perfume spread its fragrance.
While the king `is' in his circle, My spikenard hath given its fragrance.
While the king sat at his table, My spikenard sent forth its fragrance.
While the king sat at his table, My spikenard sent forth its fragrance.
While the king is seated at his table, my spices send out their perfume.
While the king sat at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.
The Beloved about Her Lover: While the king was at his banqueting table, my nard gave forth its fragrance.
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13My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh resting between my breasts.
14My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi.
16'I have spread my couch with coverings, colored linens from Egypt.'
17'I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.'
18'Come, let us drink our fill of love until morning; let us delight ourselves with loving caresses.'
9You have captivated my heart, my sister, my bride; you have captivated my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace.
10How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your oils than any spice!
11Your lips, my bride, drip honey like a honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue, and the fragrance of your garments is like the scent of Lebanon.
12A locked garden is my sister, my bride—an enclosed spring, a sealed fountain.
13Your branches are an orchard of pomegranates with choice fruits, henna with nard plants.
14Nard and saffron, fragrant calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, along with the finest spices.
15You are a spring of gardens, a well of fresh water, flowing streams from Lebanon.
16Awaken, north wind, and come, south wind! Breathe on my garden so that its spices may flow. Let my beloved come into his garden and taste its choice fruits.
8You have loved righteousness and hated wickedness; therefore God, your God, has anointed you with the oil of joy above your companions.
6Who is this coming up from the wilderness like columns of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all the fragrant powders of the merchant?
2Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is more delightful than wine.
3The fragrance of your perfume is pleasing; your name is like perfume poured out. No wonder the young women love you!
4Take me away with you—let us run! The king has brought me into his chambers. We will rejoice and be glad in you; we will celebrate your love more than wine. Rightly do they love you.
6Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and the hill of frankincense.
13His cheeks are like a bed of spices, towers of scented herbs. His lips are lilies dripping with flowing myrrh.
41You sat on a glorious couch with a table prepared before it, where you placed my incense and my oil.
1Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?
2My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to graze in the gardens and to gather lilies.
3I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine; he grazes among the lilies.
12Come, my beloved, let us go out into the fields; let us lodge in the villages.
13Let us rise early and go to the vineyards to see if the vines have budded, if their blossoms have opened, and if the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love.
1I have entered my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my spices. I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, friends, and drink; be intoxicated with love.
2I was sleeping, but my heart was awake. I heard the sound of my beloved knocking: "Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my perfect one, for my head is drenched with dew and my hair with the dampness of the night."
11We will make you ornaments of gold studded with silver.
5I arose to open for my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the bolt.
13You who dwell in the gardens, your companions are listening to your voice; let me hear it.
14Hurry, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.
9My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Behold, he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice.
10My beloved spoke and said to me, 'Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.'
8Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters.
9I said, 'I will climb the palm tree and take hold of its branches.' Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples.
10Your mouth is like the finest wine, flowing smoothly for my beloved, gliding over the lips of those who are asleep.
2Like a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
3Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the young men. I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.
4He brought me to the banquet hall, and his banner over me is love.
13The fig tree ripens its early fruit; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
5Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, looking toward Damascus.
6Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, and the flowing locks of your hair are like royal purple. The king is captivated by its tresses.
16My beloved is mine and I am his; he grazes among the lilies.
11Come out, daughters of Zion, and look at King Solomon wearing the crown his mother placed on him on the day of his wedding, the day his heart rejoiced.
6His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.
16Behold, you are handsome, my beloved, truly delightful. Our bed is lush and green.
16His mouth is sweetness itself; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.
2It is like the precious oil on the head, running down on the beard, the beard of Aaron, running down onto the collar of his robes.
3His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.