Song of Songs 8:9
If she is a wall, we will build on her a battlement of silver. But if she is a door, we will enclose her with panels of cedar.
If she is a wall, we will build on her a battlement of silver. But if she is a door, we will enclose her with panels of cedar.
If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she be a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar.
If she is a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver; and if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.
If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she be a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar.
Yf she be a wall, we shal buylde a syluer bollworke there vpon: Yf she be a tower, we shal festen her with bordes of Cedre tre.
If shee be a wall, we will builde vpon her a siluer palace: and if she be a doore, we wil keepe her in with bordes of cedar.
If she be a wall, we shall builde a siluer bulwarke thervpon: yf she be a doore, we shall fasten her with boordes of Cedar tree.
If she [be] a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she [be] a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar.
If she is a wall, We will build on her a turret of silver. If she is a door, We will enclose her with boards of cedar. Beloved
If she is a wall, we build by her a palace of silver. And if she is a door, We fashion by her board-work of cedar.
If she be a wall, We will build upon her a turret of silver: And if she be a door, We will inclose her with boards of cedar.
If she be a wall, We will build upon her a turret of silver: And if she be a door, We will inclose her with boards of cedar.
If she is a wall, we will make on her a strong base of silver; and if she is a door, we will let her be shut up with cedar-wood.
If she is a wall, we will build on her a turret of silver. if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar. Beloved
If she is a wall, we will build on her a battlement of silver; but if she is a door, we will barricade her with boards of cedar.
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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.
7Many waters cannot quench love, nor can rivers sweep it away. If someone were to give all the wealth of his house for love, it would be utterly despised.
8We have a little sister, and she has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister on the day she is spoken for?
10I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. Thus I have become in his eyes like one who brings peace.
12A locked garden is my sister, my bride—an enclosed spring, a sealed fountain.
11We will make you ornaments of gold studded with silver.
17The beams of our house are cedars; our rafters are cypress trees.
10He made its posts of silver, its backrest of gold, its seat of purple; its interior was lovingly inlaid by the daughters of Jerusalem.
1Wisdom has built her house; she has carved out her seven pillars.
8Prize her, and she will exalt you; she will honor you when you embrace her.
9She will place a garland of grace on your head; she will present you with a crown of splendor.
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.
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.
3His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.
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?
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.
9My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Behold, he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice.
19A loving doe, a graceful deer—may her breasts satisfy you always, and may you always be captivated by her love.
6I will not show mercy to her children, for they are the children of unfaithfulness.
4Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
8If you do not know, most beautiful of women, follow the tracks of the sheep and graze your young goats near the shepherds' tents.
14She sits at the door of her house, on a seat in the high places of the city,
15She is more precious than jewels, and nothing you desire compares with her.
8Keep your way far from her, and do not go near the door of her house.
8Passing through the street near her corner, he took the path to her house.
31Honor her for all that her hands have done, and let her works bring her praise at the city gates.
17Her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace.
18She is a tree of life to those who take hold of her, and those who hold her fast are blessed.
7How beautiful and pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!
8Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters.
6Do not abandon her, and she will guard you; love her, and she will protect you.
15His legs are pillars of marble, set on bases of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
1Wise women build their homes, but foolish ones tear theirs down with their own hands.
12May our sons be like well-nurtured plants growing up in their youth, our daughters like pillars carved for a palace.
2On the heights along the way, at the crossroads, she takes her stand.
3Beside the gates leading into the city, at the entrances, she cries out.
12Come, my beloved, let us go out into the fields; let us lodge in the villages.
4Say to wisdom, 'You are my sister,' and call understanding your close relative.
4if you seek it like silver and search for it as for hidden treasures,
3She has sent out her maidens; she calls out from the highest points of the city,
4"Whoever is simple, let them turn in here! To those who lack understanding, she says:
6For at the window of my house, through my lattice, I looked out.
14He says, 'I will build for myself a great house with spacious upper rooms,' cutting out large windows for it, paneling it with cedar, and painting it with vermilion.
9If my heart has been enticed by a woman, or if I have lurked at my neighbor's door,
12Now in the street, now in the squares, at every corner, she lurks.
22She makes coverings for her bed; her clothing is fine linen and purple.