Song of Songs 6:11
I went downe to the garden of nuttes, to see the fruites of the valley, to see if the vine budded, and if the pomegranates flourished.
I went downe to the garden of nuttes, to see the fruites of the valley, to see if the vine budded, and if the pomegranates flourished.
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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.
13The mandrakes haue giuen a smell, and in our gates are all sweete things, new and olde: my welbeloued, I haue kept them for thee.
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.
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,
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,
12I knewe nothing, my soule set me as the charets of my noble people.
5I haue made me gardens and orchards, and planted in them trees of all fruite.
6I haue made me cisternes of water, to water therewith the woods that growe with trees.
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.
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.
3Like the apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my welbeloued among the sonnes of men: vnder his shadow had I delite, & sate downe: and his fruite was sweete vnto my mouth.
10Who is shee that looketh foorth as the morning, fayre as the moone, pure as the sunne, terrible as an armie with banners!
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.
6Vntill the day breake, and the shadowes flie away, I wil go into the mountaine of myrrhe and to the mountaine of incense.
6As I was in the window of mine house, I looked through my windowe,
1Nowe will I sing to my beloued a song of my beloued to his vineyarde, My beloued had a vineyarde in a very fruitefull hill,
14My welbeloued is as a cluster of camphire vnto me in the vines of Engedi.
6Regard ye me not because I am blacke: for the sunne hath looked vpon mee. The sonnes of my mother were angry against mee: they made me the keeper of ye vines: but I kept not mine owne vine.
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.
5I rose vp to open to my welbeloued, and mine hands did drop downe myrrhe, and my fingers pure myrrhe vpon the handels of the barre.
6I opened to my welbeloued: but my welbeloued was gone, and past: mine heart was gone when hee did speake: I sought him, but I coulde not finde him: I called him, but hee answered mee not.
7The watchmen that went about the citie, founde me: they smote me and wounded me: the watchmen of the walles tooke away my vaile from me.
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.
3The watchmen that went about the citie, found mee: to whome I said, Haue you seene him, whome my soule loueth?
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.
13O thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken vnto thy voyce: cause me to heare it.
2I will leade thee and bring thee into my mothers house: there thou shalt teache me: and I will cause thee to drinke spiced wine, and newe wine of the pomegranate.
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.
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?
7Thy temples are within thy lockes as a piece of a pomegranate.
12The vine is dried vp, and the figge tree is decayed: the pomegranate tree & the palme tree, and the apple tree, euen all the trees of the fielde are withered: surely the ioy is withered away from the sonnes of men.
1I am the rose of the fielde, and the lilie of the valleys.
11Shee stretched out her branches vnto the Sea, and her boughes vnto the Riuer.
12Why hast thou then broken downe her hedges, so that all they, which passe by the way, haue plucked her?
10My welbeloued spake and said vnto me, Arise, my loue, my faire one, and come thy way.
5Turne away thine eyes from me: for they ouercome mee: thine heare is like a flocke of goates, which looke downe from Gilead.
10I am a wall, and my breasts are as towres: then was I in his eyes as one that findeth peace.
11Come forth, ye daughters of Zion, and behold the King Salomon with the crowne, wherewith his mother crowned him in ye day of his mariage, and in the day of the gladnes of his heart.
30I passed by the fielde of the slouthfull, and by the vineyarde of the man destitute of vnderstanding.