Song of Songs 1:15
Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves. Beloved
Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves. Beloved
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1 Behold, 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.
2 Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, Which have come up from the washing, Where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them.
16 Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved, yes, pleasant; And our couch is verdant. Lover
17 The beams of our house are cedars. Our rafters are firs. Beloved
3 Your two breasts are like two fawns, That are twins of a roe.
4 Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim; Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.
5 Your head on you is like Carmel, The hair of your head like purple; The king is held captive in its tresses.
6 How beautiful and how pleasant are you, Love, for delights!
7 This, your stature, is like a palm tree, Your breasts like its fruit.
5 Your two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe, Which feed among the lilies.
6 Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, To the hill of frankincense.
7 You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.
8 Come 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.
9 You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, With one chain of your neck.
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 manner of spices!
13 The 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
14 My 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.
13 My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh, That lies between my breasts.
14 My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms From the vineyards of En Gedi. Lover
3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine. He browses among the lilies,
4 You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, Lovely as Jerusalem, Awesome as an army with banners.
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.
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.
10 Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings, Your neck with strings of jewels.
12 His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, Washed with milk, mounted like jewels.
13 His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
7 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes, or by the hinds of the field, That you not stir up, nor awaken love, Until it so desires.
8 The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, Leaping on the mountains, Skipping on the hills.
9 My beloved is like a roe or a young hart. Behold, he stands behind our wall! He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice.
10 My beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
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.
9 My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother's only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed, The queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
10 Who is she who looks forth as the morning, Beautiful as the moon, Clear as the sun, Awesome as an army with banners?
13 You who dwell in the gardens, with friends in attendance, Let me hear your voice! Beloved
14 Come away, my beloved! Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices!
1 Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you? Beloved
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; For your love is better than wine.
3 Your oils have a pleasing fragrance. Your name is oil poured forth, Therefore the virgins love you.
4 Take me away with you. Let us hurry. The king has brought me into his chambers. 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.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies.
17 Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, Turn, my beloved, And be like a roe or a young hart on the mountains of Bether.
16 His mouth is sweetness; Yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, Daughters of Jerusalem. Friends
15 A fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, Flowing streams from Lebanon. Beloved
2 I 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, My hair with the dampness of the night.
10 I am my beloved's. His desire is toward me.
5 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes, or by the hinds of the field, That you not stir up, nor awaken love, Until it so desires.