Song of Songs 4:9
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.
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.
Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.
You have ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; you have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.
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Thou hast wouded my hert (o my sister, my spouse) thou hast wounded my hert, with one of thine eyes, and with one cheyne of thy neck.
My sister, my spouse, thou hast wounded mine heart: thou hast wounded mine heart with one of thine eyes, and with a chaine of thy necke.
Thou hast with loue bewitched my heart O my sister my spouse, thou hast bewitched my heart with one of thyne eyes, and with one chayne of thy necke.
Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, [my] spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.
You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, With one chain of your neck.
Thou hast emboldened me, my sister-spouse, Emboldened me with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.
Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, `my' bride; Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.
Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, [my] bride; Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.
You have taken away my heart, my sister, my bride; you have taken away my heart, with one look you have taken it, with one chain of your neck!
You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride! You have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace.
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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!
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.
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.
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.
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."
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.
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?
8 If you do not know, most beautiful of women, follow the tracks of the sheep and graze your young goats near the shepherds' tents.
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.
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.
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.
19 A loving doe, a graceful deer—may her breasts satisfy you always, and may you always be captivated by her love.
20 Why, my son, should you be captivated by a forbidden woman or embrace the bosom of a stranger?
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.
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.'
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.
8 I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, what will you tell him? Tell him that I am lovesick.
9 What 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?
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 Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?
4 Scarcely 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.
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.
14 Hurry, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.
4 Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
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.
16 His mouth is sweetness itself; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.
9 My 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.
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.
4 He brought me to the banquet hall, and his banner over me is love.
3 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.
4 I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, do not awaken or stir up love until it pleases.
1 Oh, 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.
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.