Song of Songs 4:15

Young's Literal Translation (1862/1898)

A fount of gardens, a well of living waters, And flowings from Lebanon!

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Referenced Verses

  • John 4:10 : 10 Jesus answered and said to her, `If thou hadst known the gift of God, and who it is who is saying to thee, Give me to drink, thou wouldest have asked him, and he would have given thee living water.'
  • Jer 2:13 : 13 For two evils hath My people done, Me they have forsaken, a fountain of living waters, To hew out for themselves wells -- broken wells, That contain not the waters.
  • John 7:38 : 38 he who is believing in me, according as the Writing said, Rivers out of his belly shall flow of living water;'
  • Rev 22:1 : 1 And he shewed me a pure river of water of life, bright as crystal, going forth out of the throne of God and of the Lamb:
  • Jer 17:13 : 13 The hope of Israel `is' Jehovah, All forsaking Thee are ashamed, And `My apostates' in the earth are written, For they have forsaken Jehovah, A fountain of living waters.
  • Jer 18:13-14 : 13 Therefore, thus said Jehovah: Ask, I pray you, among the nations, Who hath heard like these? A very horrible thing hath the virgin of Israel done. 14 Doth snow of Lebanon Cease from the rock of the field? Failed are the cold strange waters that flow?
  • John 4:14 : 14 but whoever may drink of the water that I will give him, may not thirst -- to the age; and the water that I will give him shall become in him a well of water, springing up to life age-during.'
  • Ps 36:8-9 : 8 They are filled from the fatness of Thy house, And the stream of Thy delights Thou dost cause them to drink. 9 For with Thee `is' a fountain of life, In Thy light we see light.
  • Ps 46:4 : 4 A river -- its rivulets rejoice the city of God, Thy holy place of the tabernacles of the Most High.
  • Eccl 2:6 : 6 I made for me pools of water, to water from them a forest shooting forth trees.
  • Song 4:12 : 12 A garden shut up `is' my sister-spouse, A spring shut up -- a fountain sealed.

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  • 16Awake, O north wind, and come, O south, Cause my garden to breathe forth, its spices let flow, Let my beloved come to his garden, And eat its pleasant fruits!

  • Song 4:5-14
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    5Thy two breasts `are' as two fawns, Twins of a roe, that are feeding among lilies.

    6Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, I will get me unto the mountain of myrrh, And unto the hill of frankincense.

    7Thou `art' all fair, my friend, And a blemish there is not in thee. Come from Lebanon, O spouse,

    8Come from Lebanon, come thou in. Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Shenir and Hermon, From the habitations of lions, From the mountains of leopards.

    9Thou hast emboldened me, my sister-spouse, Emboldened me with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.

    10How wonderful have been thy loves, my sister-spouse, How much better have been thy loves than wine, And the fragrance of thy perfumes than all spices.

    11Thy lips drop honey, O spouse, Honey and milk `are' under thy tongue, And the fragrance of thy garments `Is' as the fragrance of Lebanon.

    12A garden shut up `is' my sister-spouse, A spring shut up -- a fountain sealed.

    13Thy shoots a paradise of pomegranates, With precious fruits,

    14Cypresses with nard -- nard and saffron, Cane and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, with all chief spices.

  • Song 1:12-17
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    12While the king `is' in his circle, My spikenard hath given its fragrance.

    13A bundle of myrrh `is' my beloved to me, Between my breasts it lodgeth.

    14A cluster of cypress `is' my beloved to me, In the vineyards of En-Gedi!

    15Lo, thou `art' fair, my friend, Lo, thou `art' fair, thine eyes `are' doves!

    16Lo, thou `art' fair, my love, yea, pleasant, Yea, our couch `is' green,

    17The beams of our houses `are' cedars, Our rafters `are' firs, I `am' a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys!

  • Song 5:1-2
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    1I have come in to my garden, my sister-spouse, I have plucked my myrrh with my spice, I have eaten my comb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, drink, Yea, drink abundantly, O beloved ones!

    2I am sleeping, but my heart waketh: The sound of my beloved knocking! `Open to me, my sister, my friend, My dove, my perfect one, For my head is filled `with' dew, My locks `with' drops of the night.'

  • Song 8:13-14
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    13The companions are attending to thy voice, Cause me to hear. Flee, my beloved, and be like to a roe,

    14Or to a young one of the harts on mountains of spices!

  • Song 6:2-4
    3 verses
    77%

    2My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

    3I `am' my beloved's, and my beloved `is' mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.

    4Fair `art' thou, my friend, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.

  • 6Who `is' this coming up from the wilderness, Like palm-trees of smoke, Perfumed `with' myrrh and frankincense, From every powder of the merchant?

  • 13The fig-tree hath ripened her green figs, And the sweet-smelling vines have given forth fragrance, Rise, come, my friend, my fair one, yea, come away.

  • Prov 5:15-16
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    15Drink waters out of thine own cistern, Even flowing ones out of thine own well.

    16Let thy fountains be scattered abroad, In broad places rivulets of waters.

  • Song 7:12-13
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    12We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, We see if the vine hath flourished, The sweet smelling-flower hath opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, There do I give to thee my loves;

    13The mandrakes have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, yea, old, my beloved, I laid up for thee!

  • Song 7:6-7
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    6How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights.

    7This thy stature hath been like to a palm, And thy breasts to clusters.

  • 10My beloved hath answered and said to me, `Rise up, my friend, my fair one, and come away,

  • 16Satisfied `are' the trees of Jehovah, Cedars of Lebanon that He hath planted,

  • 13His cheeks as a bed of the spice, towers of perfumes, His lips `are' lilies, dropping flowing myrrh,

  • 6Go on do his sucklings, And his beauty is as an olive, And he hath fragrance as Lebanon.

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    2Let him kiss me with kisses of his mouth, For better `are' thy loves than wine.

    3For fragrance `are' thy perfumes good. Perfume emptied out -- thy name, Therefore have virgins loved thee!

    4Draw me: after thee we run, The king hath brought me into his inner chambers, We do joy and rejoice in thee, We mention thy loves more than wine, Uprightly they have loved thee!

  • 16His mouth is sweetness -- and all of him desirable, This `is' my beloved, and this my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem!

  • 5Who `is' this coming from the wilderness, Hasting herself for her beloved? Under the citron-tree I have waked thee, There did thy mother pledge thee, There she gave a pledge `that' bare thee.

  • 1As a lily among the thorns,

  • Song 2:3-4
    2 verses
    74%

    3As a citron among trees of the forest, So `is' my beloved among the sons, In his shade I delighted, and sat down, And his fruit `is' sweet to my palate.

    4He hath brought me in unto a house of wine, And his banner over me `is' love,

  • 18Let thy fountain be blessed, And rejoice because of the wife of thy youth,

  • 17I sprinkled my bed -- myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.

  • 1Lo, thou `art' fair, my friend, lo, thou `art' fair, Thine eyes `are' doves behind thy veil, Thy hair as a row of the goats That have shone from mount Gilead,

  • 16My beloved `is' mine, and I `am' his, Who is delighting among the lilies,

  • 10I `am' my beloved's, and on me `is' his desire.

  • 1Let me sing, I pray you, for my beloved, A song of my beloved as to his vineyard: My beloved hath a vineyard in a fruitful hill,