Song of Songs 1:14
My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi.
My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi.
My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of En-gedi.
My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blooms in the vineyards of Engedi.
My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.
My beloved is unto me [as] a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of En-gedi.
A cluster of grapes of Cypers, or of the vynyardes of Engaddi, art thou vnto me, O my beloued.
My welbeloued is as a cluster of camphire vnto me in the vines of Engedi.
a cluster of Camphire in the vineyardes of Engaddi is my loue vnto me.
My beloved [is] unto me [as] a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.
My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms From the vineyards of En Gedi. Lover
A cluster of cypress `is' my beloved to me, In the vineyards of En-Gedi!
My beloved is unto me `as' a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of En-gedi.
My beloved is unto me [as] a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of En-gedi.
My love is to me as a branch of the cypress-tree in the vine-gardens of En-gedi.
My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi. Lover
My beloved is like a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of En Gedi.
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12While the king was at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.
13My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh resting between my breasts.
16My beloved is mine and I am his; he grazes among the lilies.
17Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the rugged mountains.
15Behold, you are beautiful, my love! Behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are like doves.
16Behold, you are handsome, my beloved, truly delightful. Our bed is lush and green.
10Your mouth is like the finest wine, flowing smoothly for my beloved, gliding over the lips of those who are asleep.
11I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.
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.
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.
4You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my love, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as an army with banners.
8The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.
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.'
1I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
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.
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.
7How beautiful and pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!
6Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and the hill of frankincense.
7You are altogether beautiful, my love; there is no blemish in you.
8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride; come with me from Lebanon. Descend from the peak of Amana, from the summit of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of lions and the mountains of leopards.
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.
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."
14Hurry, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.
9What makes your beloved better than another beloved, most beautiful among women? What makes your beloved better than another, that you should beg us so passionately?
10My beloved is radiant and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.
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.
13The fig tree ripens its early fruit; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
14My dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the cliff, show me your face, let me hear your voice, for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.
1Behold, you are beautiful, my love, behold, you are beautiful! Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down Mount Gilead.
16His mouth is sweetness itself; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.
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.
7Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you graze your flock, where you rest your sheep at midday. Why should I be like a veiled woman beside the flocks of 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?
9I compare you, my love, to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.
1Let me sing now for my beloved a song of my beloved about his vineyard: My beloved had a vineyard on a fertile hill.
13His cheeks are like a bed of spices, towers of scented herbs. His lips are lilies dripping with flowing myrrh.