Song of Songs 4:10
How 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!
How 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!
How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!
How fair is your love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is your love than wine! and the fragrance of your ointments than all spices!
How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!
O how fayre and louely are thy brestes, my sister, my spouse? Thy brestes are more pleasaunt then wyne, and the smell of thy oyntmentes passeth all spices.
My sister, my spouse, how faire is thy loue? howe much better is thy loue then wine? and the sauour of thine oyntments then all spices?
O howe fayre are thy breastes, my sister, my spouse? Thy breastes are more pleasaunt then wine, and the smell of thyne oyntmentes passeth all spices.
How fair is thy love, my sister, [my] spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!
How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine! The fragrance of your perfumes than all manner of spices!
How wonderful have been thy loves, my sister-spouse, How much better have been thy loves than wine, And the fragrance of thy perfumes than all spices.
How fair is thy love, my sister, `my' bride! How much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine oils than all manner of spices!
How fair is thy love, my sister, [my] bride! How much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine oils than all manner of spices!
How fair is your love, my sister! How much better is your love than wine, and the smell of your oils than any perfume!
How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine! The fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices!
How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine; the fragrance of your perfume is better than any spice!
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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.
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.
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.
4Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
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.
7How beautiful and pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!
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."
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
10My beloved spoke and said to me, 'Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.'
16His mouth is sweetness itself; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.
13His cheeks are like a bed of spices, towers of scented herbs. His lips are lilies dripping with flowing myrrh.
9I compare you, my love, to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.
10Your cheeks are lovely with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
4You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my love, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as an army with banners.
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.
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?
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?
3Your lips are like a scarlet thread, and your speech is lovely. Your cheeks are like a slice of pomegranate behind your veil.
12Come, my beloved, let us go out into the fields; let us lodge in the villages.
19A loving doe, a graceful deer—may her breasts satisfy you always, and may you always be captivated by her love.
10Who is this who looks down like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, awe-inspiring as an army with banners?
4He brought me to the banquet hall, and his banner over me is love.
17'I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.'
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.
1Oh, that you were like a brother to me, one who nursed at my mother's breasts! If I found you outside, I would kiss you, and no one would despise me.