Song of Songs 4:12
A garden enclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
A garden enclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
A locked garden is my sister, my bride—an enclosed spring, a sealed fountain.
A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
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A garden{H1588} inclosed{H5274}{(H8803)} is my sister{H269}, my spouse{H3618}; a spring{H1530} shut up{H5274}{(H8803)}, a fountain{H4599} sealed{H2856}{(H8803)}.
Thou art a well kepte garden (o my sister, my spouse) thou art a well kepte water sprynge, a sealed well.
My sister my spouse is as a garden inclosed, as a spring shut vp, and a fountaine sealed vp.
A garden well locked is my sister, my spouse: a garden well locked, and a sealed well.
A garden inclosed [is] my sister, [my] spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
A locked up garden is my sister, my bride; A locked up spring, A sealed fountain.
A garden shut up `is' my sister-spouse, A spring shut up -- a fountain sealed.
A garden shut up is my sister, `my' bride; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
A garden shut up is my sister, [my] bride; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
A garden walled-in is my sister, my bride; a garden shut up, a spring of water stopped.
A locked up garden is my sister, my bride; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.
The Wedding Night: The Delightful GardenThe Lover to His Beloved: You are a locked garden, my sister, my bride; you are an enclosed spring, a sealed-up fountain.
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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.
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.
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.
13 Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
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 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.
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.
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.
10 My beloved spoke and said to me, 'Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.'
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.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his; he feeds among the lilies.
18 Let your fountain be blessed: and rejoice with the wife of your youth.
19 Let her be as the loving deer and graceful doe; let her breasts satisfy you at all times; and be ravished always with her love.
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 He brought me to the banquet hall, and his banner over me was love.
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.
8 We have a little sister, and she has no breasts: what shall we do for our sister in the day she is spoken for?
9 If she is a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver; and if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.
16 His mouth is most sweet: yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, for your love is better than wine.
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.
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.
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 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 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.
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 Your lips are like a thread of scarlet, and your speech is lovely: your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within your locks.
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 Behold, you are fair, my beloved, yes, pleasant. Also, our bed is green.
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.
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.