Song of Songs 2:1
I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
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I am the rose{H2261} of Sharon{H8289}, and the lily{H7799} of the valleys{H6010}.
I am the floure of the felde, and lylie of the valleys:
I am the rose of the fielde, and the lilie of the valleys.
I am the rose of the fielde, and lillie of the valleys,
¶ I [am] the rose of Sharon, [and] the lily of the valleys.
I am a rose of Sharon, A lily of the valleys.
As a lily among the thorns,
I am a rose of Sharon, A lily of the valleys.
I am a rose of Sharon, A lily of the valleys.
I am a rose of Sharon, a flower of the valleys.
I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys. Lover
The Lily among the Thorns and the Apple Tree in the ForestThe Beloved to Her Lover: I am a meadow flower from Sharon, a lily from the valleys.
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2 Like a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
3 Like 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.
4 He brought me to the banquet hall, and his banner over me is love.
5 Strengthen me with raisin cakes, refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love.
1 Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?
2 My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to graze in the gardens and to gather lilies.
3 I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine; he grazes among the lilies.
4 You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my love, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as an army with banners.
16 My beloved is mine and I am his; he grazes among the lilies.
17 Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the rugged mountains.
13 My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh resting between my breasts.
14 My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi.
15 Behold, you are beautiful, my love! Behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are like doves.
9 My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Behold, he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice.
10 My beloved spoke and said to me, 'Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.'
11 For behold, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone.
10 Your mouth is like the finest wine, flowing smoothly for my beloved, gliding over the lips of those who are asleep.
5 Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, grazing among the lilies.
6 Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and the hill of frankincense.
7 You are altogether beautiful, my love; there is no blemish in you.
8 Come 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.
15 You are a spring of gardens, a well of fresh water, flowing streams from Lebanon.
5 I will heal their waywardness and love them freely, for my anger has turned away from them.
1 I 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.
2 I 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."
12 A locked garden is my sister, my bride—an enclosed spring, a sealed fountain.
13 Your branches are an orchard of pomegranates with choice fruits, henna with nard plants.
7 Tell 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?
12 Come, my beloved, let us go out into the fields; let us lodge in the villages.
5 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and the does of the field: do not awaken or arouse love until it pleases.
6 Who is this coming up from the wilderness like columns of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all the fragrant powders of the merchant?
5 I am dark but lovely, daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
13 The fig tree ripens its early fruit; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
14 My 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.
6 Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, and the flowing locks of your hair are like royal purple. The king is captivated by its tresses.
10 My beloved is radiant and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.
2 I will arise now and go about the city, through the streets and the squares; I will seek the one my soul loves. I sought him, but I did not find him.
5 Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? Under the apple tree I awakened you. There your mother was in labor with you; there she who bore you was in labor.
1 The Song of Songs, which is Solomon's.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is more delightful than wine.
3 The fragrance of your perfume is pleasing; your name is like perfume poured out. No wonder the young women love you!
13 You who dwell in the gardens, your companions are listening to your voice; let me hear it.
14 Hurry, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.
10 Who is this who looks down like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, awe-inspiring as an army with banners?
11 I went down to the walnut grove to see the blossoms of the valley, to see whether the vines had budded, whether the pomegranates were in bloom.
1 Let me sing now for my beloved a song of my beloved about his vineyard: My beloved had a vineyard on a fertile hill.
16 His mouth is sweetness itself; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.
9 I compare you, my love, to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.
7 I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and the does of the field, not to awaken or stir up love until it pleases.
13 His cheeks are like a bed of spices, towers of scented herbs. His lips are lilies dripping with flowing myrrh.