Song of Songs 4:6
Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and the hill of frankincense.
Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and the hill of frankincense.
Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
Until the day breaks, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense.
Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
O that I might go to the mountayne of Myrre, and to the hyll of frankynsense: till the daye breake, and till the shadowes be past awaye.
Vntill the day breake, and the shadowes flie away, I wil go into the mountaine of myrrhe and to the mountaine of incense.
O that I might go to the mountaine of myrre, and to the hil of frankencense, til the day breake, and til the shadowes be past away.
Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, To the hill of frankincense.
Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, I will get me unto the mountain of myrrh, And unto the hill of frankincense.
Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense.
Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense.
Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.
Until the dawn arrives and the shadows flee, I will go up to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
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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.
5Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, grazing among the lilies.
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.
4Scarcely had I passed them when I found the one my soul loves. I held him and would not let him go until I had brought him to my mother’s house, to the room of the one who conceived me.
5I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and the does of the field: do not awaken or arouse love until it pleases.
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.
6His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.
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.'
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.
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!
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.
3I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine; he grazes among the lilies.
4You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my love, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as an army with banners.
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!
8Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters.
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.
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."
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.
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.
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.
9I compare you, my love, to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.
17'I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.'
18'Come, let us drink our fill of love until morning; let us delight ourselves with loving caresses.'
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.
10Who is this who looks down like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, awe-inspiring as an army with banners?
13His cheeks are like a bed of spices, towers of scented herbs. His lips are lilies dripping with flowing myrrh.
3Your navel is a rounded bowl that never lacks mixed wine. Your belly is a heap of wheat encircled by lilies.
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.
2I 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.