Song of Songs 4:1
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.
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.
Behold, you are beautiful, my love, behold, you are beautiful! Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down Mount Gilead.
Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.
O how fayre art thou (my loue) how fayre art thou? thou hast doues eyes besyde that which lyeth hid within.
Beholde, thou art faire, my loue: behold, thou art faire: thine eyes are like the doues: among thy lockes thine heare is like the flocke of goates, which looke downe from the mountaine of Gilead.
O howe fayre art thou my loue, howe fayre art thou? thou hast doues eyes, beside that which lyeth hid within: Thy heerie lockes are lyke the wooll of a flocke of goates that be shorne vpon mount Gilead.
¶ Behold, thou [art] fair, my love; behold, thou [art] fair; thou [hast] doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair [is] as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.
Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, That descend from Mount Gilead.
Lo, thou `art' fair, my friend, lo, thou `art' fair, Thine eyes `are' doves behind thy veil, Thy hair as a row of the goats That have shone from mount Gilead,
Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are `as' doves behind thy veil. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of mount Gilead.
Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are [as] doves behind thy veil. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of mount Gilead.
See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove; your hair is as a flock of goats, which take their rest on the side of Gilead.
Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead.
The Wedding Night: Praise of the Bride The Lover to His Beloved: Oh, you are beautiful, my darling! Oh, you are beautiful! Your eyes behind your veil are like doves. Your hair is like a flock of female goats descending from Mount Gilead.
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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.
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.
6Your teeth are like a flock of sheep which come up from the washing; every one has twins, and none is barren among them.
7Your temples within your locks are like a piece of a pomegranate.
2Your teeth are like a flock of sheep that are evenly shorn, which came up from the washing; every one of them bears twins, and none is barren among them.
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.
4Your neck is like the tower of David, built for an armory, where hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
5Your two breasts are like two young deer that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
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.
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.
3Your two breasts are like two young gazelles that are twins.
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!
7This stature of yours is like a palm tree, and your breasts like clusters of fruit.
14O 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.
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.
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.
12His eyes are like the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
13His cheeks are like a bed of spices, like sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet-smelling myrrh.
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.
8The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
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.'
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?
14Make haste, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young deer on the mountains of spices.
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.
1Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned aside? That we may seek him with you.
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.
5I am dark, but lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
15A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
17Until 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.
16His mouth is most sweet: yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
2You are more beautiful than the children of men: grace is poured into your lips: therefore God has blessed you forever.