Song of Songs 4:15
A fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, Flowing streams from Lebanon. Beloved
A fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, Flowing streams from Lebanon. Beloved
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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
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!
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,
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
17The beams of our house are cedars. Our rafters are firs. Beloved
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.
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!
2My beloved has gone down to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine. He browses among the lilies,
4You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, Lovely as Jerusalem, Awesome as an army with banners.
6Who is this who comes up from the wilderness like pillars of smoke, Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, With all spices of the merchant?
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
15Drink water out of your own cistern, Running water out of your own well.
16Should your springs overflow in the streets, Streams of water in the public squares?
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.
13The mandrakes give forth fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, Which I have stored up for you, my beloved.
6How beautiful and how pleasant are you, Love, for delights!
7This, your stature, is like a palm tree, Your breasts like its fruit.
10My beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
16Yahweh's trees are well watered, The cedars of Lebanon, which he has planted;
13His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
6His branches will spread, And his beauty will be like the olive tree, And his fragrance like Lebanon.
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 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.
16His mouth is sweetness; Yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, Daughters of Jerusalem. 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.
1I am a rose of Sharon, A lily of the valleys.
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.
4He brought me to the banquet hall. His banner over me is love.
18Let your spring be blessed. Rejoice in the wife of your youth.
17I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
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.
16My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies.
10I am my beloved's. His desire is toward me.
1Let me sing for my well beloved a song of my beloved about his vineyard. My beloved had a vineyard on a very fruitful hill.