Song of Songs 4:9
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.
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.
You have captivated my heart, my sister, my bride; you have captivated my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace.
Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.
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Thou hast wouded my hert (o my sister, my spouse) thou hast wounded my hert, with one of thine eyes, and with one cheyne of thy neck.
My sister, my spouse, thou hast wounded mine heart: thou hast wounded mine heart with one of thine eyes, and with a chaine of thy necke.
Thou hast with loue bewitched my heart O my sister my spouse, thou hast bewitched my heart with one of thyne eyes, and with one chayne of thy necke.
Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, [my] spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.
You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, With one chain of your neck.
Thou hast emboldened me, my sister-spouse, Emboldened me with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.
Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, `my' bride; Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.
Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, [my] bride; Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.
You have taken away my heart, my sister, my bride; you have taken away my heart, with one look you have taken it, with one chain of your neck!
You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride! You have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace.
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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,
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.
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.
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.
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.
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?
8 If you do not know, O fairest among women, follow the trail of the flock, and feed your young goats beside the shepherds' tents.
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.
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.
15 Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves' eyes.
16 Behold, you are fair, my beloved, yes, pleasant. Also, our bed is green.
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.
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.
20 And why will you, my son, be ravished with a strange woman, and embrace the bosom of a stranger?
6 How fair and how pleasant you are, O love, for delights!
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.'
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.
8 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him I am lovesick.
9 What is your beloved more than another beloved, O fairest among women? What is your beloved more than another beloved, that you so charge us?
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.
1 Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned aside? That we may seek him with you.
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.
14 Make haste, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young deer on the mountains of spices.
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.
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.
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 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.
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.
4 He brought me to the banquet hall, and his banner over me was love.
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.
1 Oh, that you were like my brother, who nursed at my mother's breasts! When I find you outside, I would kiss you, and I would not be despised.
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.