Song of Songs 5:15
His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
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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
10My beloved is white and ruddy. The best among ten thousand.
11His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven.
12His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, Washed with milk, mounted like jewels.
13His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
14His hands are like rings of gold set with beryl. His body is like ivory work overlaid with sapphires.
16His mouth is sweetness; Yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, Daughters of Jerusalem. Friends
1How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince's daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of a skillful workman.
2Your body is like a round goblet, No mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, Set about with lilies.
3Your two breasts are like two fawns, That are twins of a roe.
4Your 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.
5Your head on you is like Carmel, The hair of your head like purple; The king is held captive in its tresses.
6How beautiful and how pleasant are you, Love, for delights!
7This, your stature, is like a palm tree, Your breasts like its fruit.
10He made its pillars of silver, Its bottom of gold, its seat of purple, Its midst being paved with love, From the daughters of Jerusalem.
11Go forth, you daughters of Zion, and see king Solomon, With the crown with which his mother has crowned him, In the day of his weddings, In the day of the gladness of his heart. Lover
9I have compared you, my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
10Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings, Your neck with strings of jewels.
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.
15A fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, Flowing streams from Lebanon. Beloved
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
3Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
4Your neck is like David's tower built for an armory, Whereon there hang a thousand shields, All the shields of the mighty men.
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.
6Who is this who comes up from the wilderness like pillars of smoke, Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, With all spices of the merchant?
6His branches will spread, And his beauty will be like the olive tree, And his fragrance like Lebanon.
15His feet were like burnished brass, as if it had been refined in a furnace. His voice was like the voice of many waters.
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.
8The cedars in the garden of God could not hide it; the fir trees were not like its boughs, and the plane trees were not as its branches; nor was any tree in the garden of God like it in its beauty.
5I am dark, but lovely, You daughters of Jerusalem, Like Kedar's tents, Like Solomon's curtains.
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.
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.
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.
10Who is she who looks forth as the morning, Beautiful as the moon, Clear as the sun, Awesome as an army with banners?
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.
18His bones are like tubes of brass. His limbs are like bars of iron.
10I am a wall, and my breasts like towers, Then I was in his eyes like one who found peace.
10I am my beloved's. His desire is toward me.