Song of Songs 7:6
How fair and how pleasant you are, O love, for delights!
How fair and how pleasant you are, O love, for delights!
Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, and the flowing locks of your hair are like royal purple. The king is captivated by its tresses.
How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
O how fayre and louely art thou (my derlynge) in pleasures?
Howe faire art thou, and howe pleasant art thou, O my loue, in pleasures!
O Howe faire and louely art thou my dearlyng in pleasures?
How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
How beautiful and how pleasant are you, Love, for delights!
How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights.
How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
How beautiful and how sweet you are, O love, for delight.
How beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights!
How beautiful you are! How lovely, O love, with your delights!
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7This stature of yours is like a palm tree, and your breasts like clusters of fruit.
8I 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;
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.
11Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
12Let 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.
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.
8Come 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.
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.
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.
16Behold, you are fair, my beloved, yes, pleasant. Also, our bed is green.
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.
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.
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.
9What is your beloved more than another beloved, O fairest among women? What is your beloved more than another beloved, that you so charge us?
10My beloved is white and ruddy, the chief among ten thousand.
1Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned aside? That we may seek him with you.
2My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to graze in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
10My beloved spoke and said to me, 'Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.'
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.
4Draw 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.
16His mouth is most sweet: yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
7Tell 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?
8If you do not know, O fairest among women, follow the trail of the flock, and feed your young goats beside the shepherds' tents.
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.
1How 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.
10Who is she who looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?
13The 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.
14O 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.
14Make haste, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young deer on the mountains of spices.
15A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
3As 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.
18Come, let us take our fill of love until the morning; let us delight ourselves with love.
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.
7Your temples within your locks are like a piece of a pomegranate.
13His cheeks are like a bed of spices, like sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet-smelling myrrh.
6Who is this coming out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all the powders of the merchant?
7I 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.
8The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.