Song of Songs 4:6
Vntill the day breake, and the shadowes flie away, I wil go into the mountaine of myrrhe and to the mountaine of incense.
Vntill the day breake, and the shadowes flie away, I wil go into the mountaine of myrrhe and to the mountaine of incense.
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16My welbeloued is mine, and I am his: hee feedeth among the lilies,
17Vntil the day breake, and the shadowes flee away: returne, my welbeloued, and be like a roe, or a yong hart vpon the mountaines of Bether.
5Thy two breastes are as two young roes that are twinnes, feeding among the lilies.
12Whiles the King was at his repast, my spikenard gaue the smell thereof.
13My welbeloued is as a bundle of myrrhe vnto me: he shall lie betweene my breasts.
14My welbeloued is as a cluster of camphire vnto me in the vines of Engedi.
4When I had past a litle from them, then I found him whom my soule loued: I tooke holde on him and left him not, till I had brought him vnto my mothers house into the chamber of her that conceiued me.
5I charge you, O daughters of Ierusalem, by the roes and by the hindes of the fielde, that ye stirre not vp, nor waken my loue vntill she please.
6Who is shee that commeth vp out of the wildernes like pillars of smoke perfumed with myrrhe and incense, and with all the spices of the marchant?
14O my welbeloued, flee away, and be like vnto the roe, or to the yong harte vpon ye mountaines of spices.
6His left hande is vnder mine head, and his right hand doeth imbrace me.
7I charge you, O daughters of Ierusalem, by the roes and by the hindes of the fielde, that ye stirre not vp, nor waken my loue, vntill she please.
8It is the voyce of my welbeloued: beholde, hee commeth leaping by the mountaines, and skipping by the hilles.
9My welbeloued is like a roe, or a yong hart: loe, he standeth behinde our wall, looking forth of the windowes, shewing him selfe through the grates.
10My welbeloued spake and said vnto me, Arise, my loue, my faire one, and come thy way.
10I am my welbeloueds, and his desire is toward mee.
11Come, my welbeloued, let vs go foorth into the fielde: let vs remaine in the villages.
12Let vs get vp early to the vines, let vs see if the vine florish, whether it hath budded the small grape, or whether the pomegranates florish: there will I giue thee my loue.
7Thou art all faire, my loue, and there is no spot in thee.
8Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, euen with me from Lebanon, and looke from the toppe of Amanah, from the toppe of Shenir and Hermon, from the dennes of the lyons, and from the mountaines of the leopards.
9My sister, my spouse, thou hast wounded mine heart: thou hast wounded mine heart with one of thine eyes, and with a chaine of thy necke.
10My sister, my spouse, how faire is thy loue? howe much better is thy loue then wine? and the sauour of thine oyntments then all spices?
1O the fairest among women, whither is thy welbeloued gone? whither is thy welbeloued turned aside, that we may seeke him with thee?
2My welbeloued is gone downe into his garden to the beds of spices, to feede in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3I am my welbeloueds, and my welbeloued is mine, who feedeth among the lilies.
4Thou art beautifull, my loue, as Tirzah, comely as Ierusale, terrible as an army with baners.
6Howe faire art thou, and howe pleasant art thou, O my loue, in pleasures!
7This thy stature is like a palme tree, and thy brestes like clusters.
8I saide, I will goe vp into the palme tree, I will take holde of her boughes: thy breastes shall nowe be like the clusters of the vine: and the sauour of thy nose like apples,
13The figtree hath brought foorth her yong figges: and the vines with their small grapes haue cast a sauour: arise my loue, my faire one, and come away.
14My doue, that art in the holes of ye rocke, in the secret places of the staires, shewe mee thy sight, let mee heare thy voyce: for thy voyce is sweete, and thy sight comely.
1I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I gathered my myrrhe with my spice: I ate mine hony combe with mine hony, I dranke my wine with my milke: eate, O friends, drinke, and make you mery, O welbeloued.
2I sleepe, but mine heart waketh, it is the voyce of my welbeloued that knocketh, saying, Open vnto mee, my sister, my loue, my doue, my vndefiled: for mine head is full of dewe, and my lockes with the droppes of the night.
4I charge you, O daughters of Ierusale, that you stir not vp, nor waken my loue, vntil she please.
5(Who is this that commeth vp out of the wildernesse, leaning vpon her welbeloued?) I raysed thee vp vnder an apple tree: there thy mother conceiued thee: there she coceiued that bare thee.
3Because of the sauour of thy good ointments thy name is as an ointment powred out: therefore the virgins loue thee.
4Drawe me: we will runne after thee: the King hath brought me into his chabers: we will reioyce and be glad in thee: we will remember thy loue more then wine: the righteous do loue thee.
7Shewe me, O thou, whome my soule loueth, where thou feedest, where thou liest at noone: for why should I be as she that turneth aside to the flockes of thy companions?
8If thou knowe not, O thou the fairest among women, get thee foorth by the steps of the flocke, and feede thy kiddes by the tents of the shepheards.
9I haue compared thee, O my loue, to the troupe of horses in the charets of Pharaoh.
17I haue perfumed my bedde with myrrhe, aloes, and cynamom.
18Come, let vs take our fill of loue vntill the morning: let vs take our pleasure in daliance.
15O fountaine of the gardens, O well of liuing waters, and the springs of Lebanon.
16Arise, O North, and come O South, and blowe on my garden that the spices thereof may flow out: let my welbeloued come to his garden, and eate his pleasant fruite.
10Who is shee that looketh foorth as the morning, fayre as the moone, pure as the sunne, terrible as an armie with banners!
13His cheekes are as a bedde of spices, and as sweete flowres, and his lippes like lilies dropping downe pure myrrhe.
3Thy two breastes are as two young roes that are twinnes.
12My sister my spouse is as a garden inclosed, as a spring shut vp, and a fountaine sealed vp.
13Thy plantes are as an orchard of pomegranates with sweete fruites, as camphire, spikenarde,
2I will rise therefore nowe, and goe about in the citie, by the streetes and by the open places, and wil seeke him that my soule loueth: I sought him, but I found him not.