Song of Songs 6:12
Before I realized it, my desire set me among the chariots of my noble people.
Before I realized it, my desire set me among the chariots of my noble people.
Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.
Before I was aware, my soul set me among the chariots of Amminadib.
Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.
Then the charettes of the prynce of my people made me sodenly afrayed.
I knewe nothing, my soule set me as the charets of my noble people.
I knewe not that my soule had made me the charyot of the people that be vnder tribute.
Or ever I was aware, my soul made me [like] the chariots of Amminadib.
Without realizing it, My desire set me with my royal people's chariots. Friends
I knew not my soul, It made me -- chariots of my people Nadib.
Before I was aware, my soul set me `Among' the chariots of my princely people.
Before I was aware, my soul set me [Among] the chariots of my princely people.
Before I was conscious of it, ...
Without realizing it, my desire set me with my royal people's chariots. Friends
I was beside myself with joy! There please give me your myrrh, O daughter of my princely people.
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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.
5I am dark but lovely, daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
6Do not stare at me because I am dark, because the sun has darkened me. My mother’s sons were angry with me; they made me take care of the vineyards, but my own vineyard I have not kept.
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.
10Who is this who looks down like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, awe-inspiring as an army with banners?
11I went down to the walnut grove to see the blossoms of the valley, to see whether the vines had budded, whether the pomegranates were in bloom.
1On my bed at night, I sought the one my soul loves; I sought him, but I did not find him.
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.
3The watchmen who patrol the city found me. "Have you seen the one my soul loves?"
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?
6Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and the hill of frankincense.
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.
6I opened to my beloved, but he had withdrawn and was gone. My soul failed when he spoke. I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he did not answer.
7The watchmen who go about the city found me; they struck me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
8I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, what will you tell him? Tell him that I am lovesick.
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.
5Turn your eyes away from me, for they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead.
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.
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.
10My beloved spoke and said to me, 'Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.'
13You who dwell in the gardens, your companions are listening to your voice; let me hear it.
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.
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."
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.
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.
4He brought me to the banquet hall, and his banner over me is love.
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.
10I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. Thus I have become in his eyes like one who brings peace.
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.
1Oh, 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.
2I would lead you and bring you to my mother's house, where you would teach me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, the nectar of my pomegranates.
26At this I awoke and looked around, and my sleep was pleasant to me.