Song of Songs 7:13
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.
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.
Let us rise early and go to the vineyards to see if the vines have budded, if their blossoms have opened, and if the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love.
The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
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There shal the Mandragoras geue their smell besyde oure dores: There (o my loue) haue I kepte vnto the all maner of frutes, both new and olde.
The mandrakes haue giuen a smell, and in our gates are all sweete things, new and olde: my welbeloued, I haue kept them for thee.
the Mandragoras geue their sweete smell, and besyde our doores are all maner of pleasaunt fruites both newe and olde, which I haue kept for thee O my beloued.
The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates [are] all manner of pleasant [fruits], new and old, [which] I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
The mandrakes give forth fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, Which I have stored up for you, my beloved.
The mandrakes have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, yea, old, my beloved, I laid up for thee!
The mandrakes give forth fragrance; And at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, Which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
The mandrakes give forth fragrance; And at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, Which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
The mandrakes give out a sweet smell, and at our doors are all sorts of good fruits, new and old, which I have kept for my loved one.
The mandrakes give forth fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.
The mandrakes send out their fragrance; over our door is every delicacy, both new and old, which I have stored up for you, my lover.
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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.
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.
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,
14 Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
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 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.
12 While the king sits at his table, my spikenard sends forth its fragrance.
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.
17 I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
18 Come, let us take our fill of love until the morning; let us delight ourselves with love.
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.
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 As 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.
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.
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.
6 Who is this coming out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all the powders of the merchant?
11 I went down to the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine had flourished, and the pomegranates had budded.
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 Until the day breaks, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
13 You who dwell in the gardens, the companions listen for your voice: cause me to hear it.
14 Make haste, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young deer on the mountains of spices.
16 Behold, you are fair, my beloved, yes, pleasant. Also, our bed is green.
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!
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.
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.'
13 His cheeks are like a bed of spices, like sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet-smelling myrrh.
2 I would lead you and bring you into my mother's house, who would teach me: I would cause you to drink of spiced wine from the juice of my pomegranate.
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.
16 His mouth is most sweet: yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his; he feeds among the lilies.