Song of Songs 2:1
I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
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I am the rose{H2261} of Sharon{H8289}, and the lily{H7799} of the valleys{H6010}.
I am the floure of the felde, and lylie of the valleys:
I am the rose of the fielde, and the lilie of the valleys.
I am the rose of the fielde, and lillie of the valleys,
¶ I [am] the rose of Sharon, [and] the lily of the valleys.
I am a rose of Sharon, A lily of the valleys.
As a lily among the thorns,
I am a rose of Sharon, A lily of the valleys.
I am a rose of Sharon, A lily of the valleys.
I am a rose of Sharon, a flower of the valleys.
I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys. Lover
The Lily among the Thorns and the Apple Tree in the ForestThe Beloved to Her Lover: I am a meadow flower from Sharon, a lily from the valleys.
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2 As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
3 As 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.
4 He brought me to the banquet hall, and his banner over me was love.
5 Sustain me with raisins, comfort me with apples, for I am sick with love.
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.
3 I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine; he grazes among the lilies.
4 You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his; he feeds among the lilies.
17 Until the day breaks and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young deer upon the mountains of Bether.
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.
9 My 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.
10 My beloved spoke and said to me, 'Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.'
11 For behold, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
10 I am my beloved's, and his desire is for me.
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.
8 Come 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.
15 A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
5 I will be as the dew to Israel: he shall grow as the lily, and strike his roots as Lebanon.
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.
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,
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?
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.
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?
5 I am dark, but lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
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.
6 How fair and how pleasant you are, O love, for delights!
10 My beloved is white and ruddy, the chief among ten thousand.
2 I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loves: I sought him, but I did not find him.
5 Who 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.
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.
3 Because of the fragrance of your good ointments, your name is like ointment poured out; therefore, the maidens love you.
13 You who dwell in the gardens, the companions listen for your voice: cause me to hear it.
14 Make haste, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young deer on the mountains of spices.
10 Who is she who looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?
11 I went down to the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine had flourished, and the pomegranates had budded.
1 Now I will sing to my beloved a song of my beloved concerning his vineyard. My beloved has a vineyard on a very fruitful hill:
16 His mouth is most sweet: yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
9 I have compared you, my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.
7 I 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.
13 His cheeks are like a bed of spices, like sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet-smelling myrrh.