Most Popular Bible Verses in Song of Solomon
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For your
So is my beloved among the
In his shade I took great delight and sat down,
And his
And his
Your
Therefore the
The rain is over and gone.
Twins of a gazelle
Which
Refresh me with
Because
The
“
We will
Rightly do they love you.”
But my beloved had
My
I
I
O
Like the
Like the curtains of Solomon.
Go forth on the trail of the flock
And pasture your young goats
By the tents of the shepherds.
The time has arrived for
And the voice of the
For the sun has burned me.
My
They made me
But I have not taken care of my own vineyard.
And
Behold, he is coming,
Climbing
Leaping on the hills!
When I found him whom my soul loves;
I
Until I had
And into the room of her who conceived me.”
We will build on her a battlement of silver;
But if she is a door,
We will barricade her with
So is
Behind your veil.
Where do you
Where do you make it
For why should I be like one who
Beside the flocks of your
I will take hold of its fruit stalks.’
Oh, may your breasts be like clusters of the vine,
And the fragrance of your
The
While our
With beads of silver.”
My
He
Your neck with strings of
My
And the
Arise, my darling, my beautiful one,
And come along!’”
Our rafters,
Which lies all night between my breasts.
In the vineyards of
‘
And come along.
Behold, he is standing behind our wall,
He is looking through the windows,
He is peering
Then I became in his eyes as one who finds peace.
When the shadows flee away,
I will go my way to the mountain of
And to the hill of
If you find my beloved,
As to what you will tell him:
For
They struck me and wounded me;
The guardsmen of the walls took away my shawl from me.
The
And
By the
Until
And so pleasant!
Indeed, our couch is luxuriant!
Your
By the
That you will not arouse or awaken my love
Until
May you come with me from Lebanon.
From the summit of
From the dens of lions,
From the mountains of leopards.
“
Flowing gently through the lips of those who fall asleep.
Turn, my beloved, and be like a
Or a young stag
The thousand shekels are for you, Solomon,
And two hundred are for those who take care of its fruit.”
In the secret place of the steep
Let me see your
For your voice is sweet,
And your
She is her mother’s
She is the pure child of the one who bore her.
The
The
And be
On the
My
Let us
And its blossoms have opened,
And whether the pomegranates have bloomed.
There I will give you my love.
And there is no blemish in you.
And over our doors are all
Both new and old,
Which I have saved up for you, my beloved.
Come back, come back, that we may gaze at you!”
“
As at the
He
Each one was to bring a
I have gathered my
I have eaten my honeycomb
I have
Eat,
Drink and
Like a
For love is as strong as death,
Its flashes are flashes of fire,
O
That thus you adjure us?”
Like
Perfumed with
With all scented powders of the merchant?
And he is wholly
This is my beloved and this is my friend,
O daughters of Jerusalem.”
You have made my heart beat faster with a single glance of your eyes,
With a single strand of your
And his
Let us spend the night in the villages.
How much
And the
Than all kinds of
As beautiful as the full
As pure
As
A voice! My beloved was knocking:
‘Open to me,
For my head is
My
Your
Your
That have descended from Mount
Sixty mighty men around it,
Of the mighty men of Israel.
His
And black as a raven.
A
With all the trees of
With
Nor will rivers overflow it;
It would be utterly despised.”
Each man has his
Guarding against the
To see the blossoms of the valley,
To see whether
Or the
Set with
His abdomen is carved ivory
Inlaid with
I
Banks of sweet-scented herbs;
His lips are
Leaning on her beloved?”
“
There your mother was in labor with you,
There she was in labor and gave you birth.
Over the chariots of
Honey and milk are under your tongue,
And the fragrance of your garments is like the
O
Where has your beloved turned,
That we may seek him with you?”
He who
Set on pedestals of pure gold;
His appearance is like
Choice as the
Beside streams of water,
Bathed in milk,
And
And come, wind of the south;
Make my
Let its
May
And eat its
Into the house of my mother, who used to instruct me;
I would give you spiced wine to drink from the juice of my pomegranates.
O
The curves of your hips are like
The work of the hands of an artist.
Who nursed at my mother’s breasts.
If I found you outdoors, I would kiss you;
No one would despise me, either.
A well of
And streams flowing from Lebanon.”
From the timber of Lebanon.
Built
On which are
All the round
And gaze on King Solomon with the
With which his mother has crowned him
On the
And on the day of his gladness of heart.”
As
As
How can I put it on again?
I have
How can I dirty them again?
Its
And its seat of purple fabric,
With its interior lovingly fitted out
By the
And she
What shall we do for our sister
On the day when she is spoken for?
Until
And his right hand embrace me.”
And my hands
And my fingers with
On the handles of the bolt.
And my
For they have confused me;
That have descended from Gilead.
To the
To
And gather
Which have come up from their washing,
All of which bear twins,
And not one among them has
Your eyes like the pools in
By the gate of Bath-rabbim;
Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon,
Which faces toward Damascus.
And your
Your
Behind your veil.
Which never lacks mixed wine;
Your belly is like a heap of wheat
Fenced about with lilies.
And the flowing locks of your head are like purple threads;
The king is captivated by your tresses.
And I said, ‘Have you seen him whom my soul loves?’
In the
I sought him but did not find him.
And your breasts are like its clusters.
Twins of a gazelle.
Which have come up from their washing,
All of which bear twins,
And not one among them has