Song of Songs 5:15
His legs are pillars of marble, set on bases of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
His legs are pillars of marble, set on bases of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
His legs are like pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
His legges are as the pilers of Marbell, sett vpon sokettes of golde: His face is as Libanus, and as the bewty of the Cedre trees:
His legges are as pillars of marble, set vpon sockets of fine golde: his countenance as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
His legges are as the pillers of Marble set vpon sockettes of golde. His face is as Libanus: and as the beautie of the Cedar trees.
His legs [are as] pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance [is] as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
His limbs pillars of marble, Founded on sockets of fine gold, His appearance as Lebanon, choice as the cedars.
His legs are `as' pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: His aspect is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
His legs are [as] pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: His aspect is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
His legs are as pillars of stone on a base of delicate gold; his looks are as Lebanon, beautiful as the cedar-tree.
His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
His legs are like pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, choice as its cedars.
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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.
11His head is purest gold; his locks are wavy, black as a raven.
12His eyes are like doves beside streams of water, washed in milk, perfectly set.
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.
16His mouth is sweetness itself; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.
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!
10He made its posts of silver, its backrest of gold, its seat of purple; its interior was lovingly inlaid by the daughters of Jerusalem.
11Come out, daughters of Zion, and look at King Solomon wearing the crown his mother placed on him on the day of his wedding, the day his heart rejoiced.
9I compare you, my love, to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.
10Your cheeks are lovely with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
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.'
15You are a spring of gardens, a well of fresh water, flowing streams from Lebanon.
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.
17The beams of our house are cedars; our rafters are cypress trees.
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.
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.
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?
6I will be like the dew to Israel; he will blossom like a lily and take root like the cedars of Lebanon.
15His feet were like fine bronze as it is refined in a furnace, and His voice was like the sound of rushing waters.
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.
8The cedars in God's garden could not rival it; the cypresses could not compare to its branches, and the plane trees were not like its boughs. No tree in the garden of God was equal to it in beauty.
5I am dark but lovely, daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
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.
4You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my love, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as an army with banners.
5Turn your eyes away from me, for they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead.
3Like 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.
10Who is this who looks down like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, awe-inspiring as an army with banners?
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.
18His bones are like tubes of bronze; his limbs are like rods of iron.
10I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. Thus I have become in his eyes like one who brings peace.
10Your mouth is like the finest wine, flowing smoothly for my beloved, gliding over the lips of those who are asleep.