Song of Songs 4:6
Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, To the hill of frankincense.
Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, To the hill of frankincense.
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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.
5Your two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe, Which feed among the lilies.
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
4I 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 chamber of her who conceived me.
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.
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!
6His left hand is under my head. His right hand embraces me.
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.
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.
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!
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.
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.
6How beautiful and how pleasant are you, Love, for delights!
7This, your stature, is like a palm tree, Your breasts like its fruit.
8I said, "I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit." Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, The smell of your breath like apples, Beloved
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
9I have compared you, my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
17I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
18Come, let's take our fill of loving until the morning. Let's solace ourselves with loving.
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
10Who is she who looks forth as the morning, Beautiful as the moon, Clear as the sun, Awesome as an army with banners?
13His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
3Your two breasts are like two fawns, That are twins of a roe.
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,
2I will get up now, and go about the city; In the streets and in the squares I will seek him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I didn't find him.