Song of Songs 4:10
How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine! The fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices!
How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine! The fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices!
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5Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.
6Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.
7You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.
8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
9You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
11Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
12A locked up garden is my sister, my bride; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.
13Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits: henna with spikenard plants,
14spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,
15a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon. Beloved
16Awake, north wind; and come, you south! Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits. Lover
2Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; for your love is better than wine.
3Your oils have a pleasing fragrance. Your name is oil poured forth, therefore the virgins love you.
4Take 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.
4Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.
5Your head on you is like Carmel. The hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in its tresses.
6How beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights!
7This, your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit.
1I 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
2I was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks: "Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and my hair with the dampness of the night."
12While the king sat at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.
13My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh, that lies between my breasts.
14My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi. Lover
15Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves. Beloved
16Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved, yes, pleasant; and our couch is verdant. Lover
9How 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
10My beloved is white and ruddy. The best among ten thousand.
1Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead.
9Your mouth like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.
10I am my beloved's. His desire is toward me.
10My beloved spoke, and said to me, "Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
16His mouth is sweetness; yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem. Friends
13His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
9I have compared you, my love, to a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
10Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings, your neck with strings of jewels.
4You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.
1Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you? Beloved
2My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
6Who is this who comes up from the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all spices of the merchant?
14Come away, my beloved! Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices!
7Tell 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
3Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
12Let'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.
19A loving doe and a graceful deer-- let her breasts satisfy you at all times. Be captivated always with her love.
10Who is she who looks forth as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?
4He brought me to the banquet hall. His banner over me is love.
17I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
13The fig tree ripens her green figs. The vines are in blossom. They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away." Lover
14My dove in the clefts of the rock, In the hiding places of the mountainside, Let me see your face. Let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.
1Oh 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.