Song of Songs 4:11
Your 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.
Your 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.
Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
Your lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under your tongue; and the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
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Thy lippes (o my spouse) droppe as the hony combe, yee mylck and hony is vnder thy tonge, and the smell of thy garmentes is like the smell of frankynsense.
Thy lippes, my spouse, droppe as honie combes: honie and milke are vnder thy tongue, and the sauoure of thy garments is as the sauoure of Lebanon.
Thy lippes, O my spouse, drop as the hony combe, yea mylke and hony is vnder thy tongue, and the smell of thy garmentes is like the smell of Libanus.
Thy lips, O [my] spouse, drop [as] the honeycomb: honey and milk [are] under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments [is] like the smell of Lebanon.
Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
Thy lips drop honey, O spouse, Honey and milk `are' under thy tongue, And the fragrance of thy garments `Is' as the fragrance of Lebanon.
Thy lips, O `my' bride, drop `as' the honeycomb: Honey and milk are under thy tongue; And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
Thy lips, O [my] bride, drop [as] the honeycomb: Honey and milk are under thy tongue; And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
Your lips are dropping honey; honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your clothing is like the smell of Lebanon.
Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
Your lips drip sweetness like the honeycomb, my bride, honey and milk are under your tongue. The fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
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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.
2 Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn sheep coming up from the washing place, each one having its twin, and there is none missing.
3 Your lips are like a scarlet thread, and your speech is lovely. Your cheeks are like a slice of pomegranate behind your veil.
4 Your neck is like the tower of David, built with layers; a thousand shields hang on it, all the shields of mighty warriors.
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.
9 You 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.
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!
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.
13 His cheeks are like a bed of spices, towers of scented herbs. His lips are lilies dripping with flowing myrrh.
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.
7 How beautiful and pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!
8 Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters.
9 I 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.
10 Your mouth is like the finest wine, flowing smoothly for my beloved, gliding over the lips of those who are asleep.
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."
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.
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!
4 Take 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.
16 His mouth is sweetness itself; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.
12 While the king was at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.
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.
16 Behold, you are handsome, my beloved, truly delightful. Our bed is lush and green.
3 For the lips of a forbidden woman drip honey, and her speech is smoother than oil.
2 How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O noble daughter! The curves of your thighs are like ornaments crafted by the hands of a skilled artist.
3 Your navel is a rounded bowl that never lacks mixed wine. Your belly is a heap of wheat encircled by lilies.
4 Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
10 My beloved spoke and said to me, 'Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.'
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.
5 Turn your eyes away from me, for they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead.
14 Hurry, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.
19 A loving doe, a graceful deer—may her breasts satisfy you always, and may you always be captivated by her love.
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.
9 I compare you, my love, to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.
10 Your cheeks are lovely with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
16 My beloved is mine and I am his; he grazes among the lilies.
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 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?
12 Come, my beloved, let us go out into the fields; let us lodge in the villages.