Song of Songs 2:14
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.
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.
O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for sweet is your voice, and your countenance is lovely.
O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the steep place, Let me see thy countenance, Let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
(my doue) out of the caues of the rockes, out of the holes of the wall: O let me se thy countenaunce and heare thy voyce, for swete is thy voyce and fayre is thy face.
My doue, that art in the holes of ye rocke, in the secret places of the staires, shewe mee thy sight, let mee heare thy voyce: for thy voyce is sweete, and thy sight comely.
O stande vp then and come my loue my beautifull, and come I say O my doue, out of the caues of the rockes, out of the holes of the wall, O let me see thy countenaunce and heare thy voyce: for sweete is thy voyce, and fayre is thy face.
¶ O my dove, [that art] in the clefts of the rock, in the secret [places] of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet [is] thy voice, and thy countenance [is] comely.
My dove in the clefts of the rock, In the hiding places of the mountainside, Let me see your face. Let me hear your voice; For your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.
My dove, in clefts of the rock, In a secret place of the ascent, Cause me to see thine appearance, Cause me to hear thy voice, For thy voice `is' sweet, and thy appearance comely.
O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the steep place, Let me see thy countenance, Let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the steep place, Let me see thy countenance, Let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
O my dove, you are in the holes of the mountain sides, in the cracks of the high hills; let me see your face, let your voice come to my ears; for sweet is your voice, and your face is fair.
My dove in the clefts of the rock, In the hiding places of the mountainside, Let me see your face. Let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.
The Dove in the Clefts of En GediThe Lover to His Beloved: O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the hiding places of the mountain crags, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.
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14My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi.
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.
7I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and the does of the field, not to awaken or stir up love until it pleases.
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.'
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.
12The flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
13The fig tree ripens its early fruit; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
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.
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?
8If you do not know, most beautiful of women, follow the tracks of the sheep and graze your young goats near the shepherds' tents.
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."
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.
5Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, grazing among the lilies.
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!
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.
15Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that ruin the vineyards, for our vineyards are in blossom.
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.
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.
5I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and the does of the field: do not awaken or arouse love until it pleases.
9My dove, my perfect one, is the only one, the darling of her mother, pure to the one who bore her. The young women saw her and called her blessed; the queens and concubines praised her.
4You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my love, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as an army with banners.
5Turn your eyes away from me, for they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead.
12A locked garden is my sister, my bride—an enclosed spring, a sealed fountain.
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.
4I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, do not awaken or stir up love until it pleases.
5Who 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.
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.
8I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, what will you tell him? Tell him that I am lovesick.
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?
16His mouth is sweetness itself; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.
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.
2Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is more delightful than wine.
19A loving doe, a graceful deer—may her breasts satisfy you always, and may you always be captivated by her love.
3The watchmen who patrol the city found me. "Have you seen the one my soul loves?"
12His eyes are like doves beside streams of water, washed in milk, perfectly set.
6I 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.