Song of Songs 5:13
His cheeks are like a bed of spices, like sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet-smelling myrrh.
His cheeks are like a bed of spices, like sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet-smelling myrrh.
His cheeks are like a bed of spices, towers of scented herbs. His lips are lilies dripping with flowing myrrh.
His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
His chekes are like a garden bedd, where in the Apotecaryes plate all maner of swete thinges: His lippes droppe as the floures of the most pryncipall Myrre,
His cheekes are as a bedde of spices, and as sweete flowres, and his lippes like lilies dropping downe pure myrrhe.
His cheekes are lyke a garden bed, wherin the Apothecaries plant all maner of sweete thynges. His lippes are lyke lilies that droppe sweete smellyng Myrre:
His cheeks [are] as a bed of spices, [as] sweet flowers: his lips [like] lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
His cheeks as a bed of the spice, towers of perfumes, His lips `are' lilies, dropping flowing myrrh,
His cheeks are as a bed of spices, `As' banks of sweet herbs: His lips are `as' lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
His cheeks are as a bed of spices, [As] banks of sweet herbs: His lips are [as] lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
His face is as beds of spices, giving out perfumes of every sort; his lips like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
His cheeks are like garden beds full of balsam trees yielding perfume. His lips are like lilies dripping with drops of myrrh.
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14His hands are like gold rings set with beryl: his body is like bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
15His legs are like pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
16His mouth is most sweet: yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
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:
15A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
9And the roof of your mouth like the best wine for my beloved, flowing gently, causing the lips of those who are asleep to speak.
10I am my beloved's, and his desire is for me.
2Your navel is like a round goblet that lacks no wine; your belly is like a heap of wheat encircled with lilies.
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.
6Who is this coming out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all the powders of the merchant?
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.
17I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
2My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to graze in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
7Your temples within your locks are like a piece of a pomegranate.
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.
5I 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.
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.
14Make haste, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young deer on the mountains of spices.
2You are more beautiful than the children of men: grace is poured into your lips: therefore God has blessed you forever.
8All your garments smell of myrrh, aloes, and cassia, out of the ivory palaces, by which they have made you glad.
3For the lips of a strange woman drip as a honeycomb, and her mouth is smoother than oil:
2It is like the precious oil upon the head, running down on the beard, even Aaron's beard, coming down upon the edge of his garments;
10My beloved spoke and said to me, 'Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.'