Song of Songs 4:3
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.
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.
Your lips are like a scarlet thread, and your speech is lovely. Your cheeks are like a slice of pomegranate behind your veil.
Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.
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Thy lippes are like a rose coloured rybende, thy wordes are louely: thy chekes are like a pece of a pomgranate, besydes that which lyed hyd within.
Thy lippes are like a threede of scarlet, and thy talke is comely: thy temples are within thy lockes as a piece of a pomegranate.
Thy lippes are lyke a rose coloured ribande, thy wordes are louely, thy cheekes are like a peece of a pomegranate within thyne heeres.
Thy lips [are] like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech [is] comely: thy temples [are] like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.
Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
As a thread of scarlet `are' thy lips, And thy speech `is' comely, As the work of the pomegranate `is' thy temple behind thy veil,
Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, And thy mouth is comely. Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil.
Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, And thy mouth is comely. Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil.
Your red lips are like a bright thread, and your mouth is fair of form; the sides of your head are like pomegranate fruit under your veil.
Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
Your lips are like a scarlet thread; your mouth is lovely. Your forehead behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.
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4 You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.
5 Turn your eyes away from me, for they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep which come up from the washing; every one has twins, and none is barren among them.
7 Your temples within your locks are like a piece of a pomegranate.
4 Your neck is like the tower of David, built for an armory, where hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
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.
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,
1 How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful craftsman.
2 Your navel is like a round goblet that lacks no wine; your belly is like a heap of wheat encircled with lilies.
3 Your two breasts are like two young gazelles that are twins.
4 Your 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.
5 Your head crowns you like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple; the king is held captive by your locks.
6 How fair and how pleasant you are, O love, for delights!
7 This stature of yours is like a palm tree, and your breasts like clusters of fruit.
8 I said, I will climb the palm tree, I will take hold of its branches. Now let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the fragrance of your breath like apples;
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.
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.
2 Your 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.
10 My beloved is white and ruddy, the chief among ten thousand.
11 His head is like the finest gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
12 His eyes are like the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
13 His cheeks are like a bed of spices, like sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet-smelling myrrh.
14 His hands are like gold rings set with beryl: his body is like bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
15 His legs are like pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
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.
10 Your cheeks are lovely with rows of jewels, your neck with chains of gold.
11 We will make you borders of gold with studs of silver.
2 You are more beautiful than the children of men: grace is poured into your lips: therefore God has blessed you forever.
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.
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.
5 I am dark, but lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
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.
15 A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
9 She will give to your head an ornament of grace: a crown of glory she will deliver to you.
3 For the lips of a strange woman drip as a honeycomb, and her mouth is smoother than oil:
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?
7 Her Nazirites were purer than snow, they were whiter than milk; they were more ruddy in body than rubies, their appearance was like sapphire.
25 Do not lust after her beauty in your heart; neither let her take you with her eyelids.
12 And I put a jewel on your forehead, and earrings in your ears, and a beautiful crown on your head.