Song of Songs 5:13
His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
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14 His hands are like rings of gold set with beryl. His body is like ivory work overlaid with sapphires.
15 His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
16 His mouth is sweetness; Yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, Daughters of Jerusalem. Friends
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!
11 Your 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.
12 A locked up garden is my sister, my bride; A locked up spring, A sealed fountain.
13 Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits: Henna with spikenard plants,
14 Spikenard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; Myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,
15 A fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, Flowing streams from Lebanon. Beloved
10 My beloved is white and ruddy. The best among ten thousand.
11 His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven.
12 His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, Washed with milk, mounted like jewels.
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.
3 Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
4 Your neck is like David's tower built for an armory, Whereon there hang a thousand shields, All the shields of the mighty men.
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.
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 While the king sat at his table, My perfume spread its fragrance.
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
15 Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves. Beloved
9 Your mouth like the best wine, That goes down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.
10 I am my beloved's. His desire is toward me.
2 Your body is like a round goblet, No mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, Set about with lilies.
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.
6 Who is this who comes up from the wilderness like pillars of smoke, Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, With all spices of the merchant?
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.
17 I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
2 My beloved has gone down to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
7 Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
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.
5 I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, My fingers with liquid myrrh, On the handles of the lock.
1 I 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
14 Come away, my beloved! Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices!
2 You are the most excellent of the sons of men. Grace has anointed your lips, Therefore God has blessed you forever.
8 All your garments smell like myrrh, aloes, and cassia. Out of ivory palaces stringed instruments have made you glad.
3 For the lips of an adulteress drip honey. Her mouth is smoother than oil,
2 It is like the precious oil on the head, That ran down on the beard, Even Aaron's beard; That came down on the edge of his robes;
10 My beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.