Song of Songs 1:6
Don't stare at me because I am dark, because the sun has scorched me. My mother's sons were angry with me. They made me keeper of the vineyards. I haven't kept my own vineyard.
Don't stare at me because I am dark, because the sun has scorched me. My mother's sons were angry with me. They made me keeper of the vineyards. I haven't kept my own vineyard.
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4 Take me away with you. Let us hurry. The king has brought me into his rooms. Friends We will be glad and rejoice in you. We will praise your love more than wine! Beloved They are right to love you.
5 I am dark, but lovely, you daughters of Jerusalem, like Kedar's tents, like Solomon's curtains.
7 Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you graze your flock, where you rest them at noon; For why should I be as one who is veiled beside the flocks of your companions? Lover
8 If you don't know, most beautiful among women, follow the tracks of the sheep. Graze your young goats beside the shepherds' tents.
9 I have compared you, my love, to a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
30 My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
31 Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
7 Her nobles were purer than snow, they were whiter than milk; They were more ruddy in body than rubies, their polishing was as of sapphire.
8 Their appearance is blacker than a coal; they are not known in the streets: Their skin clings to their bones; it is withered, it is become like a stick.
5 Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead.
10 Our skin is black like an oven, Because of the burning heat of famine.
6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved left; and had gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I didn't find him. I called him, but he didn't answer.
7 The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.
8 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love. Friends
9 How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us? Beloved
10 My beloved is white and ruddy. The best among ten thousand.
11 His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven.
1 Let me sing for my well beloved a song of my beloved about his vineyard. My beloved had a vineyard on a very fruitful hill.
21 For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt: I mourn; dismay has taken hold on me.
10 Who is she who looks forth as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?
11 I went down into the nut tree grove, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.
12 Without realizing it, my desire set me with my royal people's chariots. Friends
16 Which are black by reason of the ice, in which the snow hides itself.
1 Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you? Beloved
6 Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.
12 Let's go early up to the vineyards. Let's see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.
14 My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi. Lover
15 Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves. Beloved
1 Oh that you were like my brother, who nursed from the breasts of my mother! If I found you outside, I would kiss you; yes, and no one would despise me.
16 My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids.
10 I am my beloved's. His desire is toward me.
7 He has laid my vine waste, and stripped my fig tree. He has stripped its bark, and thrown it away. Its branches are made white.
3 I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on? I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?
3 The watchmen who go about the city found me; "Have you seen him whom my soul loves?"
4 I had scarcely passed from them, when 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, into the room of her who conceived me.
12 My own vineyard is before me. The thousand are for you, Solomon; two hundred for those who tend its fruit. Lover
13 You who dwell in the gardens, with friends in attendance, let me hear your voice! Beloved
7 My eye also is dim by reason of sorrow. All my members are as a shadow.
4 What could have been done more to my vineyard, that I have not done in it? Why, when I looked for it to yield grapes, did it yield wild grapes?
1 Misery is mine! Indeed, I am like one who gathers the summer fruits, as gleanings of the vineyard: There is no cluster of grapes to eat. My soul desires to eat the early fig.
12 Is it nothing to you, all you who pass by? Look, and see if there be any sorrow like my sorrow, which is brought on me, With which Yahweh has afflicted [me] in the day of his fierce anger.
7 My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.
2 Why are you red in your clothing, and your garments like him who treads in the wine vat?
3 As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, his fruit was sweet to my taste.
8 My heritage is become to me as a lion in the forest: she has uttered her voice against me; therefore I have hated her.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts like towers, then I was in his eyes like one who found peace.
8 I have become a stranger to my brothers, an alien to my mother's children.
1 I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride. I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Friends Eat, friends! Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved. Beloved
12 For it was not an enemy who insulted me, then I could have endured it. Neither was it he who hated me who raised himself up against me, then I would have hidden myself from him.
5 Who is this who comes up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? Under the apple tree I aroused you. There your mother conceived you. There she was in labor and bore you.