Song of Songs 1:12
While the king sits at his table, my spikenard sends forth its fragrance.
While the king sits at his table, my spikenard sends forth its fragrance.
While the king was at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.
While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.
While the king sat at his table, My spikenard sent forth its fragrance.
When the kynge sytteth at the table, he shal smell my Nardus:
Whiles the King was at his repast, my spikenard gaue the smell thereof.
When the king sitteth at the table, he shall smell my Nardus:
¶ While the king [sitteth] at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.
While the king sat at his table, My perfume spread its fragrance.
While the king `is' in his circle, My spikenard hath given its fragrance.
While the king sat at his table, My spikenard sent forth its fragrance.
While the king sat at his table, My spikenard sent forth its fragrance.
While the king is seated at his table, my spices send out their perfume.
While the king sat at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.
The Beloved about Her Lover: While the king was at his banqueting table, my nard gave forth its fragrance.
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13A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me; he shall lie all night between my breasts.
14My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blooms in the vineyards of Engedi.
16I have decked my bed with coverings of tapestry, with carved works, with fine linen of Egypt.
17I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
18Come, let us take our fill of love until the morning; let us delight ourselves with love.
9You have ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; you have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
10How fair is your love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is your love than wine! and the fragrance of your ointments than all spices!
11Your lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under your tongue; and the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
12A garden enclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
13Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
14Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
15A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
16Awake, O north wind; and come, O south; blow upon my garden, that the spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.
8All your garments smell of myrrh, aloes, and cassia, out of the ivory palaces, by which they have made you glad.
6Who is this coming out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all the powders of the merchant?
2Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, for your love is better than wine.
3Because of the fragrance of your good ointments, your name is like ointment poured out; therefore, the maidens love you.
4Draw me, we will run after you; the king has brought me into his chambers. We will be glad and rejoice in you, we will remember your love more than wine; the upright love you.
6Until the day breaks, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
13His cheeks are like a bed of spices, like sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet-smelling myrrh.
41And sat upon a stately bed, and a table prepared before it, upon which you set my incense and my oil.
1Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned aside? That we may seek him with you.
2My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to graze in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine; he grazes among the lilies.
12Let us rise early to the vineyards, let us see if the vine has flourished, if the tender grapes appear, and the pomegranates blossom. There I will give you my love.
13The mandrakes give off a fragrance, and at our gates are all kinds of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.
1I have come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends; drink, yes, drink abundantly, O beloved.
2I sleep, but my heart wakes: it is the voice of my beloved that knocks, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
11We will make you borders of gold with studs of silver.
5I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet-smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.
13You who dwell in the gardens, the companions listen for your voice: cause me to hear it.
14Make haste, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young deer on the mountains of spices.
9My beloved is like a gazelle or a young deer. Behold, he stands behind our wall, he looks forth at the windows, showing himself through the lattice.
10My beloved spoke and said to me, 'Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.'
8I said, I will climb the palm tree, I will take hold of its branches. Now let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the fragrance of your breath like apples;
9And the roof of your mouth like the best wine for my beloved, flowing gently, causing the lips of those who are asleep to speak.
10I am my beloved's, and his desire is for me.
2As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
3As the apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
4He brought me to the banquet hall, and his banner over me was love.
13The fig tree puts forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grapes give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
5Your head crowns you like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple; the king is held captive by your locks.
6How fair and how pleasant you are, O love, for delights!
16My beloved is mine, and I am his; he feeds among the lilies.
11Go forth, O daughters of Zion, and behold King Solomon with the crown with which his mother crowned him on the day of his marriage, and in the day of the gladness of his heart.
6His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.
16Behold, you are fair, my beloved, yes, pleasant. Also, our bed is green.
16His mouth is most sweet: yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
2It is like the precious oil upon the head, running down on the beard, even Aaron's beard, coming down upon the edge of his garments;
3His left hand would be under my head, and his right hand would embrace me.