Song of Songs 5:8
I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, That you tell him that I am faint with love. Friends
I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, That you tell him that I am faint with love. Friends
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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.
1By night on my bed, I sought him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I didn't find him.
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.
3The watchmen who go about the city found me; "Have you seen him whom my soul loves?"
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?
3His left hand would be under my head. His right hand would embrace me.
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.
6Set me as a seal on your heart, As a seal on your arm; For love is strong as death. Jealousy is as cruel as Sheol; Its flashes are flashes of fire, A very flame of Yahweh.
5Strengthen me with raisins, Refresh me with apples; For I am faint with love.
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.
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.
7The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.
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.
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.
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.
10I am my beloved's. His desire is toward me.
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.
3I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on? I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?
16His mouth is sweetness; Yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, Daughters of Jerusalem. Friends
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!
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!
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.
5I am dark, but lovely, You daughters of Jerusalem, Like Kedar's tents, Like Solomon's curtains.
6How beautiful and how pleasant are you, Love, for delights!
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
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.
1Oh that you were like my brother, Who sucked the breasts of my mother! If I found you outside, I would kiss you; Yes, and no one would despise me.
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.
2As a lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters. Beloved
6Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, To the hill of frankincense.
10Who is she who looks forth as the morning, Beautiful as the moon, Clear as the sun, Awesome as an army with banners?
16My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies.