Song of Songs 4:15
A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
You are a spring of gardens, a well of fresh water, flowing streams from Lebanon.
A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
Thou art a well of gardens, a well of lyuynge waters, which renne downe from Libanus.
O fountaine of the gardens, O well of liuing waters, and the springs of Lebanon.
a well of gardens, a well of liuing waters which runne downe from Libanus.
¶ A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
A fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, Flowing streams from Lebanon. Beloved
A fount of gardens, a well of living waters, And flowings from Lebanon!
`Thou art' a fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, And flowing streams from Lebanon.
[ Thou art] a fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, And flowing streams from Lebanon.
You are a fountain of gardens, a spring of living waters, and flowing waters from Lebanon.
a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon. Beloved
You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water flowing down from Lebanon.
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16Awake, 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.
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.
13Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
14Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
12While the king sits at his table, my spikenard sends forth its fragrance.
13A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me; he shall lie all night between my breasts.
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.
17The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.
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.
13You who dwell in the gardens, the companions listen for your voice: cause me to hear it.
14Make haste, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young deer on the mountains of spices.
2My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to graze in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine; he grazes among the lilies.
4You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.
6Who is this coming out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all the powders of the merchant?
13The 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.
15Drink water from your own cistern, and running water from your own well.
16Let your fountains be dispersed abroad, and rivers of water in the streets.
12Let 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.
13The mandrakes give off a fragrance, and at our gates are all kinds of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.
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.
10My beloved spoke and said to me, 'Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.'
16The trees of the LORD are full of sap; the cedars of Lebanon, which He has planted;
13His cheeks are like a bed of spices, like sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet-smelling myrrh.
6His branches shall spread, and his beauty shall be as the olive tree, and his fragrance as Lebanon.
2Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, for your love is better than wine.
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.
16His mouth is most sweet: yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
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.
1I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
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.
4He brought me to the banquet hall, and his banner over me was love.
18Let your fountain be blessed: and rejoice with the wife of your youth.
17I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
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.
16My beloved is mine, and I am his; he feeds among the lilies.
10I am my beloved's, and his desire is for me.
1Now I will sing to my beloved a song of my beloved concerning his vineyard. My beloved has a vineyard on a very fruitful hill: