Song of Songs 4:9
My 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.
My 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.
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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?
11Thy lippes, my spouse, droppe as honie combes: honie and milke are vnder thy tongue, and the sauoure of thy garments is as the sauoure of Lebanon.
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,
3Thy lippes are like a threede of scarlet, and thy talke is comely: thy temples are within thy lockes as a piece of a pomegranate.
4Thy necke is as the tower of Dauid builte for defence: a thousand shieldes hang therein, and all the targates of the strong men.
5Thy two breastes are as two young roes that are twinnes, feeding among the lilies.
6Vntill the day breake, and the shadowes flie away, I wil go into the mountaine of myrrhe and to the mountaine of incense.
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.
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.
1Beholde, thou art faire, my loue: behold, thou art faire: thine eyes are like the doues: among thy lockes thine heare is like the flocke of goates, which looke downe from the mountaine of Gilead.
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.
10Thy cheekes are comely with rowes of stones, and thy necke with chaines.
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.
15My loue, beholde, thou art faire: beholde, thou art faire: thine eyes are like the doues.
16My welbeloued, beholde, thou art faire and pleasant: also our bed is greene:
2Let him kisse me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy loue is better then wine.
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.
19Let her be as the louing hinde and pleasant roe: let her brests satisfie thee at all times, and delite in her loue continually.
20For why shouldest thou delite, my sonne, in a strange woman, or embrace the bosome of a stranger?
6Howe faire art thou, and howe pleasant art thou, O my loue, in pleasures!
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.
4Thou art beautifull, my loue, as Tirzah, comely as Ierusale, terrible as an army with baners.
5Turne away thine eyes from me: for they ouercome mee: thine heare is like a flocke of goates, which looke downe from Gilead.
8I charge you, O daughters of Ierusalem, if you finde my welbeloued, that you tell him that I am sicke of loue.
9O the fairest among women, what is thy welbeloued more then other welbeloued? what is thy welbeloued more then another louer, that thou doest so charge vs?
9And the roufe of thy mouth like good wine, which goeth straight to my welbeloued, and causeth the lippes of the ancient to speake.
10I am my welbeloueds, and his desire is toward mee.
1O the fairest among women, whither is thy welbeloued gone? whither is thy welbeloued turned aside, that we may seeke him with thee?
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.
14O my welbeloued, flee away, and be like vnto the roe, or to the yong harte vpon ye mountaines of spices.
4Thy necke is like a towre of yuorie: thine eyes are like the fishe pooles in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose is as the towre of Lebanon, that looketh toward Damascus.
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.
16His mouth is as sweete thinges, and hee is wholy delectable: this is my welbeloued, and this is my louer, O daughters of Ierusalem.
9But my doue is alone, and my vndefiled, she is the onely daughter of her mother, and shee is deare to her that bare her: the daughters haue seene her & counted her blessed: euen the Queenes and the concubines, and they haue praised her.
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.
4Hee brought mee into the wine cellar, and loue was his banner ouer me.
3His left hand shalbe vnder mine head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
4I charge you, O daughters of Ierusale, that you stir not vp, nor waken my loue, vntil she please.
1Oh that thou werest as my brother that sucked the brestes of my mother: I would finde thee without, I would kisse thee, then they should not despise thee.
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.