Song of Songs 1:5
I am dark, but lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
I am dark, but lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
I am dark but lovely, daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
I am black, but comely, Oh ye daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Kedar, As the curtains of Solomon.
I am black (o ye doughters of Ierusale) like as the tentes of the Cedarenes, and as the hanginges of Salomon:
I am blacke, O daughters of Ierusalem, but comely, as the tentes of Kedar, and as the curtaines of Salomon.
I am blacke (O ye daughters of Hierusalem) but yet fayre and well fauoured, like as the tentes of the Cedarenes, and as the hanginges of Solomon.
I [am] black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
I am dark, but lovely, You daughters of Jerusalem, Like Kedar's tents, Like Solomon's curtains.
Dark `am' I, and comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As tents of Kedar, as curtains of Solomon.
I am black, but comely, Oh ye daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Kedar, As the curtains of Solomon.
I am black, but comely, Oh ye daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Kedar, As the curtains of Solomon.
I am dark, but fair of form, O daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
I am dark, but lovely, you daughters of Jerusalem, like Kedar's tents, like Solomon's curtains.
The Country Maiden and the Daughters of JerusalemThe Beloved to the Maidens: I am dark but lovely, O maidens of Jerusalem, dark like the tents of Qedar, lovely like the tent curtains of Salmah.
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6Do not gaze at me because I am dark, because the sun has looked upon me. My mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards, but my own vineyard I have not kept.
7Tell 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?
8If you do not know, O fairest among women, follow the trail of the flock, and feed your young goats beside the shepherds' tents.
9I have compared you, my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.
10Your cheeks are lovely with rows of jewels, your neck with chains of gold.
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.
7The watchmen that went about the city found me, they struck me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
8I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him I am lovesick.
9What is your beloved more than another beloved, O fairest among women? What is your beloved more than another beloved, that you so charge us?
10My beloved is white and ruddy, the chief among ten thousand.
11His head is like the finest gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
4You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.
5Turn your eyes away from me, for they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead.
30My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
14My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blooms in the vineyards of Engedi.
15Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves' eyes.
16Behold, you are fair, my beloved, yes, pleasant. Also, our bed is green.
6Until the day breaks, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
7You are all fair, my love; there is no spot in you.
8Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
9My 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.
10Who is she who looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?
4Your neck is like a tower of ivory; your eyes like the pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim; your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.
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!
1Behold, 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.
10I am my beloved's, and his desire is for me.
5I 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.
6Who is this coming out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all the powders of the merchant?
7Her Nazirites were purer than snow, they were whiter than milk; they were more ruddy in body than rubies, their appearance was like sapphire.
8Their appearance is blacker than coal; they are not recognized in the streets; their skin clings to their bones; it has withered, it has become like a stick.
15His legs are like pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
16His mouth is most sweet: yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
1I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
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.
10My beloved spoke and said to me, 'Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.'
12Before I was aware, my soul set me among the chariots of Amminadib.
1Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned aside? That we may seek him with you.
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.
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.
10I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers; then I was in his eyes as one who found favor.
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!
3Your lips are like a thread of scarlet, and your speech is lovely: your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within your locks.
2I have likened the daughter of Zion to a lovely and delicate woman.
2Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, for your love is better than wine.
4I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, do not stir up or awaken my love until he pleases.
5Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I raised you up under the apple tree; there your mother brought you forth; there she gave birth to you.
7I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and by the does of the field, that you not stir up nor awaken my love until he pleases.