Song of Songs 5:12
His eyes are like doves beside streams of water, washed in milk, perfectly set.
His eyes are like doves beside streams of water, washed in milk, perfectly set.
His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
His eyes are like the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
His eyes are as the eyes of doues by the water brokes, washen with mylck, and remaynynge in a plenteous place:
His eyes are like doues vpon the riuers of waters, which are washt with milke, and remaine by the full vessels.
His eyes are as the eyes of doues by the water brookes as though they were wasshed with mylke, and are set lyke pearles in golde.
His eyes [are] as [the eyes] of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, [and] fitly set.
His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, Washed with milk, mounted like jewels.
His eyes as doves by streams of water, Washing in milk, sitting in fulness.
His eyes are like doves beside the water-brooks, Washed with milk, `and' fitly set.
His eyes are like doves beside the water-brooks, Washed with milk, [and] fitly set.
His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the water streams, washed with milk, and rightly placed.
His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, washed with milk, mounted like jewels.
His eyes are like doves by streams of water, washed in milk, mounted like jewels.
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13His cheeks are like a bed of spices, towers of scented herbs. His lips are lilies dripping with flowing myrrh.
14His hands are rods of gold, set with beryl. His body is polished ivory, adorned with sapphires.
15His legs are pillars of marble, set on bases of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
16His mouth is sweetness itself; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.
10My beloved is radiant and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.
11His head is purest gold; his locks are wavy, black as a raven.
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.
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.
2Your 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.
3Your lips are like a scarlet thread, and your speech is lovely. Your cheeks are like a slice of pomegranate behind your veil.
4Your neck is like the tower of David, built with layers; a thousand shields hang on it, all the shields of mighty warriors.
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.
1Come back, come back, O Shulammite! Come back, come back, that we may gaze upon you. Why should you gaze at the Shulammite as at the dance of two camps?
2How 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.
3Your navel is a rounded bowl that never lacks mixed wine. Your belly is a heap of wheat encircled by lilies.
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!
5Turn your eyes away from me, for they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead.
6Your teeth are like a flock of ewes coming up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and not one of them has lost its young.
7Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your veil.
9I compare you, my love, to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.
10Your cheeks are lovely with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
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.
12'His eyes are darker than wine, and his teeth whiter than milk.'
18The sword that strikes him does not avail, nor does the spear, dart, or javelin.
9My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Behold, he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice.
14His head and hair were white like wool, as white as snow, and His eyes were like a fiery flame.
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!
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.
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."
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?
7Her nobles were purer than snow, whiter than milk; their bodies were more ruddy than coral, their appearance like sapphires.
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.
10Who is this who looks down like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, awe-inspiring as an army with banners?
24His sides full of milk, and the marrow of his bones moist.
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.
5I am dark but lovely, daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
2Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is more delightful than wine.
10I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. Thus I have become in his eyes like one who brings peace.
19A loving doe, a graceful deer—may her breasts satisfy you always, and may you always be captivated by her love.
15You are a spring of gardens, a well of fresh water, flowing streams from Lebanon.
2It is like the precious oil on the head, running down on the beard, the beard of Aaron, running down onto the collar of his robes.