Song of Songs 2:14
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.
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.
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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
7I 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.
8The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, Leaping on the mountains, Skipping on the hills.
9My 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.
10My beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
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.
12The flowers appear on the earth; The time of the singing has come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land.
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
13You who dwell in the gardens, with friends in attendance, Let me hear your voice! Beloved
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
8If you don't know, most beautiful among women, Follow the tracks of the sheep. Graze your young goats beside the shepherds' tents.
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, My hair with the dampness of the night.
10I am my beloved's. His desire is toward me.
11Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field. Let us lodge in the villages.
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.
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.
10How 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!
6How beautiful and how pleasant are you, Love, for delights!
15Catch for us the foxes, The little foxes that spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in blossom. Beloved
16My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies.
17Until 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.
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.
5I 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.
9My 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.
4You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, Lovely as Jerusalem, Awesome as an army with banners.
5Turn 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.
12A locked up garden is my sister, my bride; A locked up spring, A sealed fountain.
3As 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.
4I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, That you not stir up, nor awaken love, Until it so desires. Friends
5Who 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.
4Take 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.
8I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, That you tell him that I am faint with love. Friends
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
16His mouth is sweetness; Yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, Daughters of Jerusalem. Friends
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.
19A loving doe and a graceful deer-- Let her breasts satisfy you at all times. Be captivated always with her love.
3The watchmen who go about the city found me; "Have you seen him whom my soul loves?"
12His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, Washed with milk, mounted like jewels.
6I opened to my beloved; But my beloved left; 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.