'Love' in the Bible

He gives food to every creature.        His love is eternal.

Give thanks to the God of heaven!        His love is eternal.

I will bow down toward Your holy templeand give thanks to Your namefor Your constant love and truth.You have exalted Your nameand Your promise above everything else.

The Lord will fulfill His purpose for me.Lord, Your love is eternal;do not abandon the work of Your hands.

Let the righteous one strike me—it is an act of faithful love;let him rebuke me—it is oil for my head;let me not refuse it.Even now my prayer is againstthe evil acts of the wicked.

Let me experienceYour faithful love in the morning,for I trust in You.Reveal to me the way I should gobecause I long for You.

and in Your faithful love destroy my enemies.Wipe out all those who attack me,for I am Your servant.

He is my faithful love and my fortress,my stronghold and my deliverer.He is my shield, and I take refuge in Him;He subdues my people under me.

The Lord is gracious and compassionate,slow to anger and great in faithful love.

The Lord is just in all his actions, and exhibits love in all he does.

The LORD preserveth all them that love him: but all the wicked will he destroy.

The Lord values those who fear Him,those who put their hope in His faithful love.

How long, ye simple ones, will ye love simplicity? and the scorners delight in their scorning, and fools hate knowledge?

Do not let gracious love and truth leave you. Bind them around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart,

because whomever Yahweh will love, he will rebuke, as a father delights in his son.

Forsake her not, and she shall preserve thee: love her, and she shall keep thee.

Put her in a high place, and you will be lifted up by her; she will give you honour, when you give her your love.

Let her be as the loving hind and pleasant roe; let her breasts satisfy thee at all times; and be thou ravished always with her love.

Come, let us take our fill of love until the morning: let us solace ourselves with loves.

I love them that love me; and those that seek me early shall find me.

That I may cause those that love me to inherit substance; and I will fill their treasures.

But he that sinneth against me wrongeth his own soul: all they that hate me love death.

Reprove not a scorner, lest he hate thee: rebuke a wise man, and he will love thee.

Hatred stirreth up strifes: but love covereth all sins.

A poor man is hated even by his neighbor,but there are many who love the rich.

Won't those who plot evil go astray? But gracious love and truth are for those who plan what is good.

An abomination of Yahweh is the way of the wicked, but he who pursues righteousness he will love.

A mocker doesn’t love one who corrects him;he will not consult the wise.

Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and hatred therewith.

Iniquity is atoned for by gracious love and truth, and through fear of the LORD people turn from evil.

Righteous lips are the delight of kings; and they love him that speaketh right.

He that covereth a transgression seeketh love; but he that repeateth a matter separateth very friends.

Death and life are in the power of the tongue: and they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof.

He who gets wisdom has love for his soul: he who keeps good sense will get what is truly good.

What is desirable for a person is to show loyal love, and a poor person is better than a liar.

Many men claim to be men of unfailing love, but who can find a faithful man?

Love not sleep, lest thou come to poverty; open thine eyes, and thou shalt be satisfied with bread.

Gracious love and truth preserve a king; through love his throne is made secure.

The one who pursues righteousness and faithful lovewill find life, righteousness, and honor.

For those who take delight in drink and feasting will come to be in need; and through love of sleep a man will be poorly clothed

Like a [common] clay vessel covered with the silver dross [making it appear silver when it has no real value]Are burning lips [murmuring manipulative words] and a wicked heart.

Open rebuke is better than secret love.

She speaks wisely, teaching with gracious love.

A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

Whoso is loving silver is not satisfied with silver, nor he who is in love with stores with increase. Even this is vanity.

For all this I considered in my heart even to declare all this, that the righteous, and the wise, and their works, are in the hand of God: no man knoweth either love or hatred by all that is before them.

Also their love, and their hatred, and their envy, is now perished; neither have they any more a portion for ever in any thing that is done under the sun.

Enjoy life with the wife you love all the days of your fleeting life, which has been given to you under the sun, all your fleeting days. For that is your portion in life and in your struggle under the sun.

Solomon's Most Excellent Love Song.

Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.

Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.

Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee.

Tell me, you, the one I love:Where do you pasture your sheep?Where do you let them rest at noon?Why should I be like one who veils herselfbeside the flocks of your companions?

I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.

My love is a sachet of myrrh to me,spending the night between my breasts.

My love is a cluster of henna blossoms to me,in the vineyards of En-gedi.

Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes.

W How handsome you are, my love.How delightful!Our bed is lush with foliage;

As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.

W Like an apricot tree among the trees of the forest,so is my love among the young men.I delight to sit in his shade,and his fruit is sweet to my taste.

He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.

Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.

I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.

Listen! My love is approaching.Look! Here he comes,leaping over the mountains,bounding over the hills.

My love is like a gazelleor a young stag.Look, he is standing behind our wall,gazing through the windows,peering through the lattice.

My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

(The Chorus)“Catch the foxes for us,The little foxes that spoil and ruin the vineyards [of love],While our vineyards are in blossom.”

W My love is mine and I am his;he feeds among the lilies.

Before the day breaksand the shadows flee,turn to me, my love, and be like a gazelleor a young stag on the divided mountains. >

In my bed at nightI sought the one I love;I sought him, but did not find him.

I will arise now and go about the city,through the streets and the plazas.I will seek the one I love.I sought him, but did not find him.

The guards who go about the city found me.I asked them, “Have you seen the one I love?”

I had just passed themwhen I found the one I love.I held on to him and would not let him gountil I brought him to my mother’s house—to the chamber of the one who conceived me.

I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.

He made the pillars thereof of silver, the bottom thereof of gold, the covering of it of purple, the midst thereof being paved with love, for the daughters of Jerusalem.

Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.

Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.

How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!

W Awaken, north wind—come, south wind.Blow on my garden,and spread the fragrance of its spices.Let my love come to his gardenand eat its choicest fruits. >

M I have come to my garden—my sister, my bride.I gather my myrrh with my spices.I eat my honeycomb with my honey.I drink my wine with my milk.N Eat, friends!Drink, be intoxicated with love!

I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.

My love thrust his hand through the opening,and my feelings were stirred for him.

I rose to open for my love.My hands dripped with myrrh,my fingers with flowing myrrhon the handles of the bolt.

I opened to my love,but my love had turned and gone away.I was crushed that he had left.I sought him, but did not find him.I called him, but he did not answer.

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.

Y What makes the one you love better than another,most beautiful of women?What makes him better than another,that you would give us this charge?

W My love is fit and strong,notable among ten thousand.

His mouth is sweetness.He is absolutely desirable.This is my love, and this is my friend,young women of Jerusalem. >

Y Where has your love gone,most beautiful of women?Which way has he turned?We will seek him with you.

W My love has gone down to his garden,to beds of spice,to feed in the gardensand gather lilies.

I am my love’s and my love is mine;he feeds among the lilies.

Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.

How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!

Your mouth is like fine wine—W flowing smoothly for my love,gliding past my lips and teeth!

I belong to my love,and his desire is for me.

Come, my love,let’s go to the field;let’s spend the night among the henna blossoms.

Let’s go early to the vineyards;let’s see if the vine has budded,if the blossom has opened,if the pomegranates are in bloom.There I will give you my love.

The mandrakes give off a fragrance,and at our doors is every delicacy—new as well as old.I have treasured them up for you, my love. >

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.