Song of Songs 1:3
Because of the fragrance of your good ointments, your name is like ointment poured out; therefore, the maidens love you.
Because of the fragrance of your good ointments, your name is like ointment poured out; therefore, the maidens love you.
The fragrance of your perfume is pleasing; your name is like perfume poured out. No wonder the young women love you!
Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.
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Because of the sauour of thy good ointments thy name is as an ointment powred out: therefore the virgins loue thee.
and that because of the good and pleasaunt sauour of thy most precious baulmes. Thy name is a sweet smelling oyntment when it is shed foorth, therfore do the maydens loue thee.
Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name [is as] ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.
Your oils have a pleasing fragrance. Your name is oil poured forth, Therefore the virgins love you.
For fragrance `are' thy perfumes good. Perfume emptied out -- thy name, Therefore have virgins loved thee!
Thine oils have a goodly fragrance; Thy name is `as' oil poured forth; Therefore do the virgins love thee.
Thine oils have a goodly fragrance; Thy name is [as] oil poured forth; Therefore do the virgins love thee.
Sweet is the smell of your perfumes; your name is as perfume running out; so the young girls give you their love.
Your oils have a pleasing fragrance. Your name is oil poured forth, therefore the virgins love you.
The fragrance of your colognes is delightful; your name is like the finest perfume. No wonder the young women adore you!
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1 The Song of Songs, which is Solomon's.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, for your love is better than wine.
4 Draw 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.
9 You have ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; you have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
10 How 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!
11 Your 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.
12 A garden enclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
13 Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
14 Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
15 A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
5 Your head crowns you like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple; the king is held captive by your locks.
6 How fair and how pleasant you are, O love, for delights!
7 This stature of yours is like a palm tree, and your breasts like clusters of fruit.
5 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, and by the hinds of the field, that you do not stir up nor awaken my love until he pleases.
6 Who is this coming out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all the powders of the merchant?
8 All your garments smell of myrrh, aloes, and cassia, out of the ivory palaces, by which they have made you glad.
12 While the king sits at his table, my spikenard sends forth its fragrance.
13 A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me; he shall lie all night between my breasts.
14 My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blooms in the vineyards of Engedi.
15 Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves' eyes.
16 His mouth is most sweet: yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
13 His cheeks are like a bed of spices, like sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet-smelling myrrh.
5 Your two breasts are like two young deer that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
6 Until the day breaks, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
7 You are all fair, my love; there is no spot in you.
7 Tell me, O you whom my soul loves, where you feed, where you make your flock to rest at noon. Why should I be like one who turns aside by the flocks of your companions?
8 If you do not know, O fairest among women, follow the trail of the flock, and feed your young goats beside the shepherds' tents.
9 I have compared you, my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.
10 Your cheeks are lovely with rows of jewels, your neck with chains of gold.
9 What is your beloved more than another beloved, O fairest among women? What is your beloved more than another beloved, that you so charge us?
1 Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned aside? That we may seek him with you.
2 My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to graze in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
1 I 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.
2 I 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.
1 Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have dove's eyes within your locks: your hair is like a flock of goats, appearing from Mount Gilead.
9 And the roof of your mouth like the best wine for my beloved, flowing gently, causing the lips of those who are asleep to speak.
10 I am my beloved's, and his desire is for me.
10 My beloved spoke and said to me, 'Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.'
14 Make haste, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young deer on the mountains of spices.
2 As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
13 The 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.
14 O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for sweet is your voice, and your countenance is lovely.
2 You are more beautiful than the children of men: grace is poured into your lips: therefore God has blessed you forever.
9 My dove, my undefiled, is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her and blessed her; yes, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
4 You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.
17 I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
2 It 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;
12 Let 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.
13 The 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.
5 I 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.