Song of Songs 5:4
My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my heart was moved for him.
My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my heart was moved for him.
My beloved reached his hand through the opening, and my heart was stirred for him.
My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.
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But whan my loue put in his hande at the hole, my hert was moued towarde him:
My welbeloued put in his hand by the hole of the doore, and mine heart was affectioned toward him.
My loue put in his hande at the hole, and my heart was moued within me.
My beloved put in his hand by the hole [of the door], and my bowels were moved for him.
My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded for him.
My beloved sent his hand from the net-work, And my bowels were moved for him.
My beloved put in his hand by the hole `of the door', And my heart was moved for him.
My beloved put in his hand by the hole [of the door], And my heart was moved for him.
My loved one put his hand on the door, and my heart was moved for him.
My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded for him.
My lover thrust his hand through the hole, and my feelings were stirred for him.
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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.
6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone. My soul failed when he spoke: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
7 The watchmen that went about the city found me, they struck me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
8 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him I am lovesick.
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.
3 I have taken off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
4 He brought me to the banquet hall, and his banner over me was love.
5 Sustain me with raisins, comfort me with apples, for I am sick with love.
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.
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.
8 The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
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.'
10 I am my beloved's, and his desire is for me.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
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.
13 The 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.
2 I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loves: I sought him, but I did not find him.
3 The watchmen who go about the city found me: to whom I said, Have you seen him whom my soul loves?
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
12 A garden enclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
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.
14 Make haste, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young deer on the mountains of spices.
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.
16 His mouth is most sweet: yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
6 Until the day breaks, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
27 And my heart was secretly enticed, or my mouth has kissed my hand:
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, for your love is better than wine.
15 What has my beloved to do in my house, seeing she has worked lewdness with many, and the holy flesh is passed from you? When you do evil, then you rejoice.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his; he feeds among the lilies.
17 Until the day breaks and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young deer upon the mountains of Bether.
6 For at the window of my house I looked through my lattice,
4 My heart pounded, fearfulness frightened me; the night that I delighted in has been turned into terror for me.
13 His cheeks are like a bed of spices, like sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet-smelling myrrh.
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: