Song of Songs 6:4
Thou art beautifull, my loue, as Tirzah, comely as Ierusale, terrible as an army with baners.
Thou art beautifull, my loue, as Tirzah, comely as Ierusale, terrible as an army with baners.
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10 Who is shee that looketh foorth as the morning, fayre as the moone, pure as the sunne, terrible as an armie with banners!
4 Thy 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.
5 Thine head vpon thee is as skarlet, and the bush of thine head like purple: the King is tyed in the rafters.
6 Howe faire art thou, and howe pleasant art thou, O my loue, in pleasures!
7 This thy stature is like a palme tree, and thy brestes like clusters.
1 Beholde, 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.
14 My welbeloued is as a cluster of camphire vnto me in the vines of Engedi.
15 My loue, beholde, thou art faire: beholde, thou art faire: thine eyes are like the doues.
16 My welbeloued, beholde, thou art faire and pleasant: also our bed is greene:
3 Thy lippes are like a threede of scarlet, and thy talke is comely: thy temples are within thy lockes as a piece of a pomegranate.
4 Thy necke is as the tower of Dauid builte for defence: a thousand shieldes hang therein, and all the targates of the strong men.
5 Thy two breastes are as two young roes that are twinnes, feeding among the lilies.
6 Vntill the day breake, and the shadowes flie away, I wil go into the mountaine of myrrhe and to the mountaine of incense.
7 Thou art all faire, my loue, and there is no spot in thee.
8 Come 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.
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.
10 My 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?
11 Thy 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.
5 Turne away thine eyes from me: for they ouercome mee: thine heare is like a flocke of goates, which looke downe from Gilead.
7 Shewe 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?
8 If 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.
9 I haue compared thee, O my loue, to the troupe of horses in the charets of Pharaoh.
10 Thy cheekes are comely with rowes of stones, and thy necke with chaines.
1 O the fairest among women, whither is thy welbeloued gone? whither is thy welbeloued turned aside, that we may seeke him with thee?
2 My welbeloued is gone downe into his garden to the beds of spices, to feede in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3 I am my welbeloueds, and my welbeloued is mine, who feedeth among the lilies.
7 I 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.
8 It is the voyce of my welbeloued: beholde, hee commeth leaping by the mountaines, and skipping by the hilles.
9 My 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.
10 My welbeloued spake and said vnto me, Arise, my loue, my faire one, and come thy way.
8 I charge you, O daughters of Ierusalem, if you finde my welbeloued, that you tell him that I am sicke of loue.
9 O 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?
10 My welbeloued is white and ruddie, the chiefest of ten thousand.
2 I haue compared the daughter of Zion to a beautifull and daintie woman.
4 Drawe 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.
5 I am blacke, O daughters of Ierusalem, but comely, as the tentes of Kedar, and as the curtaines of Salomon.
10 I am my welbeloueds, and his desire is toward mee.
14 O my welbeloued, flee away, and be like vnto the roe, or to the yong harte vpon ye mountaines of spices.
13 Returne, returne, O Shulamite, returne: returne that we may behold thee. What shal you see in the Shulamite, but as the company of an armie?
16 His mouth is as sweete thinges, and hee is wholy delectable: this is my welbeloued, and this is my louer, O daughters of Ierusalem.
4 I charge you, O daughters of Ierusale, that you stir not vp, nor waken my loue, vntil she please.
5 I 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.
6 Who 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?
4 Hee brought mee into the wine cellar, and loue was his banner ouer me.
15 O fountaine of the gardens, O well of liuing waters, and the springs of Lebanon.
16 My welbeloued is mine, and I am his: hee feedeth among the lilies,
17 Vntil 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.
6 Set mee as a seale on thine heart, and as a signet vpo thine arme: for loue is strong as death: ielousie is cruel as the graue: the coles thereof are fierie coles, and a vehement flame.
14 My 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.
1 Howe beautifull are thy goings with shooes, O princes daughter! the ioynts of thy thighs are like iewels: the worke of the hande of a cunning workeman.