Song of Songs 8:13
You who dwell in the gardens, your companions are listening to your voice; let me hear it.
You who dwell in the gardens, your companions are listening to your voice; let me hear it.
Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: cause me to hear it.
You who dwell in the gardens, the companions listen for your voice: cause me to hear it.
Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: cause me to hear it.
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Thou that dwellest in the gardens, O let me heare thy voyce, that my companyons maye herken to the same.
O thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken vnto thy voyce: cause me to heare it.
Thou that dwellest in the gardens, O let me heare thy voyce, that my companions may hearken to the same.
¶ Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: cause me to hear [it].
You who dwell in the gardens, with friends in attendance, Let me hear your voice! Beloved
The companions are attending to thy voice, Cause me to hear. Flee, my beloved, and be like to a roe,
Thou that dwellest in the gardens, The companions hearken for thy voice: Cause me to hear it.
Thou that dwellest in the gardens, The companions hearken for thy voice: Cause me to hear it.
You who have your resting-place in the gardens, the friends give ear to your voice; make me give ear to it.
You who dwell in the gardens, with friends in attendance, let me hear your voice! Beloved
Epilogue: The Lover’s Request and His Beloved’s InvitationThe Lover to His Beloved: O you who stay in the gardens, my companions are listening attentively for your voice; let me be the one to hear it!
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14 Hurry, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.
12 The flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
13 The fig tree ripens its early fruit; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
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.
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.
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.
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.
8 The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.
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.'
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.
11 I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.
12 Come, my beloved, let us go out into the fields; let us lodge in the villages.
13 Let us rise early and go to the vineyards to see if the vines have budded, if their blossoms have opened, and if the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love.
12 My vineyard, which belongs to me, is before me. The thousand pieces of silver are for you, Solomon, and two hundred are for those who tend its fruit.
1 Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?
2 My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to graze in the gardens and to gather lilies.
3 I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine; he grazes among the lilies.
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."
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.
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.
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.
6 Who is this coming up from the wilderness like columns of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all the fragrant powders of the merchant?
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.
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.
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.
1 Let me sing now for my beloved a song of my beloved about his vineyard: My beloved had a vineyard on a fertile hill.
2 I 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.
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.
5 Who 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.
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.
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?
3 Like 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.
16 My beloved is mine and I am his; he grazes among the lilies.
17 Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the rugged mountains.
3 The watchmen who patrol the city found me. "Have you seen the one my soul loves?"
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is more delightful than wine.
16 His mouth is sweetness itself; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.
6 Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and the hill of frankincense.
6 I 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.
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.