Song of Songs 7:9
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.
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.
I said, 'I will climb the palm tree and take hold of its branches.' Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples.
And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
and thy throte like the best wyne. This shalbe pure & cleare for my loue, his lippes and teth shal haue their pleasure.
And the roufe of thy mouth like good wine, which goeth straight to my welbeloued, and causeth the lippes of the ancient to speake.
And thy rooffe of thy mouth lyke the best wine, which is meete for my best beloued, pleasaunt for his lippes, and for his teeth to chawe.
And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth [down] sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
Your mouth like the best wine, That goes down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.
And thy palate as the good wine --' Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!
And thy mouth like the best wine, That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.
And thy mouth like the best wine, That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.
And the roof of your mouth like good wine flowing down smoothly for my loved one, moving gently over my lips and my teeth.
Your mouth like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.
May your mouth be like the best wine, flowing smoothly for my beloved, gliding gently over our lips as we sleep together.
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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.
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.
13The 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.
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.
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.
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;
16His mouth is most sweet: yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
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.
2I 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.
13His cheeks are like a bed of spices, like sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet-smelling myrrh.
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.
10My beloved spoke and said to me, 'Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.'
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.
2I 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.
3His left hand would be under my head, and his right hand would embrace me.
4I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, do not stir up or awaken my love until he pleases.
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.
17I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
18Come, let us take our fill of love until the morning; let us delight ourselves with love.
15A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
16Awake, 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.
3For the lips of a strange woman drip as a honeycomb, and her mouth is smoother than oil:
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.
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.
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.
5Sustain me with raisins, comfort me with apples, for I am sick with love.
6His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.
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.
19Let her be as the loving deer and graceful doe; let her breasts satisfy you at all times; and be ravished always with her love.
7Your temples within your locks are like a piece of a pomegranate.
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.