Song of Songs 6:4
You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my love, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as an army with banners.
You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my love, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as an army with banners.
Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.
Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
Thou art fair, O my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as an army with banners.
Thou art pleasaunt (o my loue) euen as louelynesse itself, thou art fayre as Ierusalem, glorious as an armye of men with their baners
Thou art beautifull, my loue, as Tirzah, comely as Ierusale, terrible as an army with baners.
Thou are beautifull O my loue as is the place Thirza, thou art faire as Hierusalem, fearefull as an armie of men with their banners.
¶ Thou [art] beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as [an army] with banners.
You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, Lovely as Jerusalem, Awesome as an army with banners.
Fair `art' thou, my friend, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.
Thou art fair, O my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as an army with banners.
Thou art fair, O my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as an army with banners.
You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, as fair as Jerusalem; you are to be feared like an army with flags.
You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.
The Renewal of LoveThe Lover to His Beloved: My darling, you are as beautiful as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as awe-inspiring as bannered armies!
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10Who is this who looks down like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, awe-inspiring as an army with banners?
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!
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.
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.
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.
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.
5Turn your eyes away from me, for they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead.
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.
10Your cheeks are lovely with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
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.
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.'
8I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, what will you tell him? Tell him that I am lovesick.
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.
2I have likened the beautiful and delicate Daughter of Zion to her destruction.
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.
10Your mouth is like the finest wine, flowing smoothly for my beloved, gliding over the lips of those who are asleep.
14Hurry, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.
16His mouth is sweetness itself; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.
4I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, do not awaken or stir up love until it pleases.
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?
4He brought me to the banquet hall, and his banner over me is love.
15You are a spring of gardens, a well of fresh water, flowing streams from Lebanon.
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.
6Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm, for love is as strong as death, jealousy is as fierce as the grave. Its flames are fiery flames, the very flame of the Lord.
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.
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?