Song of Songs 2:11
For behold, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone.
For behold, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone.
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
For behold, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
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for lo, the wynter is now past, the rayne is awaie & gone.
For beholde, winter is past: the raine is changed, and is gone away.
My beloued aunswered and sayd vnto me: O stande vp my loue, my beautifull, and go to thyne owne: for lo the winter is nowe past, the rayne is away and gone.
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over [and] gone;
For, behold, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.
For lo, the winter hath passed by, The rain hath passed away -- it hath gone.
For, lo, the winter is past; The rain is over and gone;
For, lo, the winter is past; The rain is over and gone;
For, see, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
For, behold, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.
Look! The winter has passed, the winter rains are over and gone.
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12 The flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
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.
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.
8 The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.
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.'
15 You are a spring of gardens, a well of fresh water, flowing streams from Lebanon.
16 Awaken, 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.
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.
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.
10 Your mouth is like the finest wine, flowing smoothly for my beloved, gliding over the lips of those who are asleep.
11 I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.
12 Come, my beloved, let us go out into the fields; let us lodge in the villages.
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."
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.
16 Behold, you are handsome, my beloved, truly delightful. Our bed is lush and green.
1 I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
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.
22 Do not be afraid, you animals of the field, for the pastures in the wilderness are green; the trees bear their fruit, the fig tree and the vine yield their abundance.
23 Be glad, children of Zion; rejoice in the LORD your God, for he has given you the autumn rains because he is faithful. He sends you abundant showers, both autumn and spring rains, as in the past.
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.
12 A locked garden is my sister, my bride—an enclosed spring, a sealed fountain.
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.
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.
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?
6 I opened to my beloved, but he had withdrawn and was gone. My soul failed when he spoke. I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he did not answer.
10 As the rain and the snow come down from heaven and do not return there without watering the earth, making it bring forth and sprout, providing seed for the sower and bread for the eater,
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.
1 Behold, 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.
1 The wilderness and the dry land shall be glad; the desert shall rejoice and bloom like a crocus.
2 It will burst into bloom abundantly and rejoice with joy and singing. The glory of Lebanon will be given to it, the splendor of Carmel and Sharon. They will see the glory of the Lord, the splendor of our God.
20 The harvest is past, the summer has ended, and we are not saved.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is more delightful than wine.
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.
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 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.
18 'Come, let us drink our fill of love until morning; let us delight ourselves with loving caresses.'
5 Turn your eyes away from me, for they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead.