Song of Songs 2:4
He brought me to the banquet hall, and his banner over me was love.
He brought me to the banquet hall, and his banner over me was love.
He brought me to the banquet hall, and his banner over me is love.
He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
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He bryngeth me in to his wyne seller, and loueth me specially well.
Hee brought mee into the wine cellar, and loue was his banner ouer me.
My delight is to sit vnder his shadowe, for his fruite is sweete vnto my throte.
He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me [was] love.
He brought me to the banquet hall. His banner over me is love.
He hath brought me in unto a house of wine, And his banner over me `is' love,
He brought me to the banqueting-house, And his banner over me was love.
He brought me to the banqueting-house, And his banner over me was love.
He took me to the house of wine, and his flag over me was love.
He brought me to the banquet hall. His banner over me is love.
The Banquet Hall for the Love-SickThe Beloved about Her Lover: He brought me into the banquet hall, and he looked at me lovingly.
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5 Sustain me with raisins, comfort me with apples, for I am sick with love.
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.
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.
8 The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
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.'
1 I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
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 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.
3 The watchmen who go about the city found me: to whom I said, Have you seen him whom my soul loves?
4 It was but a little that I passed from them, but I found him whom my soul loves: I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother's house, and into the chamber of her who conceived me.
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?
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 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.
2 I would lead you and bring you into my mother's house, who would teach me: I would cause you to drink of spiced wine from the juice of my pomegranate.
3 His left hand would be under my head, and his right hand would embrace me.
4 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, do not stir up or awaken my love until he pleases.
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.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, for your love is better than wine.
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.
10 I am my beloved's, and his desire is for me.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
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.
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.
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!
6 How fair and how pleasant you are, O love, for delights!
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.
18 Come, let us take our fill of love until the morning; let us delight ourselves with love.
15 A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
16 Awake, 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.
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.
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?
16 His mouth is most sweet: yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
12 A garden enclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
16 Behold, you are fair, my beloved, yes, pleasant. Also, our bed is green.
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:
6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone. My soul failed when he spoke: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.