Song of Songs 8:9
If she is a wall, We will build on her a turret of silver. If she is a door, We will enclose her with boards of cedar. Beloved
If she is a wall, We will build on her a turret of silver. If she is a door, We will enclose her with boards of cedar. Beloved
These verses are found using AI-powered semantic similarity based on meaning and context. Results may occasionally include unexpected connections.
6 Set 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.
7 Many waters can't quench love, Neither can floods drown it. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, He would be utterly scorned. Friends
8 We have a little sister. She has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister In the day when she is to be spoken for?
10 I am a wall, and my breasts like towers, Then I was in his eyes like one who found peace.
12 A locked up garden is my sister, my bride; A locked up spring, A sealed fountain.
11 We will make you earrings of gold, With studs of silver. Beloved
17 The beams of our house are cedars. Our rafters are firs. Beloved
10 He made its pillars of silver, Its bottom of gold, its seat of purple, Its midst being paved with love, From the daughters of Jerusalem.
1 Wisdom has built her house. She has carved out her seven pillars.
8 Esteem her, and she will exalt you. She will bring you to honor, when you embrace her.
9 She will give to your head a garland of grace. She will deliver a crown of splendor to you."
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.
1 Oh 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.
2 I would lead you, bringing you into my mother's house, Who would instruct me. I would have you drink spiced wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate.
3 His left hand would be under my head. His right hand would embrace me.
9 My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother's only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed, The queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
10 Who is she who looks forth as the morning, Beautiful as the moon, Clear as the sun, Awesome as an army with banners?
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.
9 My 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.
19 A loving doe and a graceful deer-- Let her breasts satisfy you at all times. Be captivated always with her love.
6 Therefore, behold, I will hedge up your way with thorns, And I will build a wall against her, That she can't find her way.
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.
8 If you don't know, most beautiful among women, Follow the tracks of the sheep. Graze your young goats beside the shepherds' tents.
14 She sits at the door of her house, On a seat in the high places of the city,
15 She is more precious than rubies. None of the things you can desire are to be compared to her.
8 Remove your way far from her. Don't come near the door of her house,
8 Passing through the street near her corner, He went the way to her house,
31 Give her of the fruit of her hands! Let her works praise her in the gates!
17 Her ways are ways of pleasantness. All her paths are peace.
18 She is a tree of life to those who lay hold of her. Happy is everyone who retains her.
7 This, your stature, is like a palm tree, Your breasts like its fruit.
8 I 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
6 Don't forsake her, and she will preserve you. Love her, and she will keep you.
15 His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
1 Every wise woman builds her house, But the foolish one tears it down with her own hands.
12 Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants, Our daughters like pillars carved to adorn a palace.
2 On the top of high places by the way, Where the paths meet, she stands.
3 Beside the gates, at the entry of the city, At the entry doors, she cries aloud:
12 Let'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.
4 Tell wisdom, "You are my sister." Call understanding your relative,
4 If you seek her as silver, And search for her as for hidden treasures:
3 She has sent out her maidens. She cries from the highest places of the city:
4 "Whoever is simple, let him turn in here!" As for him who is void of understanding, she says to him,
6 For at the window of my house, I looked out through my lattice.
14 who says, I will build me a wide house and spacious chambers, and cuts him out windows; and it is ceiling with cedar, and painted with vermilion.
9 "If my heart has been enticed to a woman, And I have laid wait at my neighbor's door;
12 Now she is in the streets, now in the squares, And lurking at every corner.
22 She makes for herself carpets of tapestry. Her clothing is fine linen and purple.