Reference: Song Of Songs
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SONG OF SONGS (or CANTICLES)
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And he spoke three thousand proverbs, and his songs were a thousand and five.
The song of songs, which is Solomon's. Let Him kiss me with the kisses of His mouth; for Your love is better than wine.
Let Him kiss me with the kisses of His mouth; for Your love is better than wine.
Let Him kiss me with the kisses of His mouth; for Your love is better than wine. For Your ointments have a lovely fragrance; Your name is as oil poured out; therefore the virgins love You.
For Your ointments have a lovely fragrance; Your name is as oil poured out; therefore the virgins love You. Draw me, we will run after You. The King has brought me into his chambers; we will be glad and rejoice in You, we will remember Your love more than wine; the upright love You.
Draw me, we will run after You. The King has brought me into his chambers; we will be glad and rejoice in You, we will remember Your love more than wine; the upright love You.
Draw me, we will run after You. The King has brought me into his chambers; we will be glad and rejoice in You, we will remember Your love more than wine; the upright love You.
Draw me, we will run after You. The King has brought me into his chambers; we will be glad and rejoice in You, we will remember Your love more than wine; the upright love You. I am black, but comely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
I am black, but comely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon. Do not look on me, that I am black, that the sun has looked on me. My mother's sons were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but my vineyard I have not kept.
Do not look on me, that I am black, that the sun has looked on me. My mother's sons were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but my vineyard I have not kept. Tell me, You whom my soul loves, where do You feed, where do You lie down at noon? For why should I be as one who is veiled beside the flocks of Your companions?
Tell me, You whom my soul loves, where do You feed, where do You lie down at noon? For why should I be as one who is veiled beside the flocks of Your companions? If you know not, most beautiful among women, go in the footsteps of the flock; and feed your kids beside the shepherds' tents. read more. O My love, I have compared you to My mares among Pharaoh's chariots.
O My love, I have compared you to My mares among Pharaoh's chariots. Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments, your neck with chains.
Behold, you are beautiful, my love; behold, you are beautiful; you have doves' eyes. Behold, you are beautiful, my Beloved, yea, pleasant. Also our bed is green.
He brought me to the banqueting house, and His banner over me was love. Feed me with raisin cakes, comfort me with apples, for I am sick with love.
Feed me with raisin cakes, comfort me with apples, for I am sick with love. His left hand is under my head, and His right hand embraces me. read more. I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, and by the does of the field, do not stir up or awake my Love until He please.
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, and by the does of the field, do not stir up or awake my Love until He please.
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, and by the does of the field, do not stir up or awake my Love until He please. The voice of my Beloved! Behold, He comes leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.
The voice of my Beloved! Behold, He comes leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.
The voice of my Beloved! Behold, He comes leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills. My Beloved is like a roe or a young hart. Behold, He stands behind our wall, He looks forth at the windows, peering from the lattice.
My Beloved is like a roe or a young hart. Behold, He stands behind our wall, He looks forth at the windows, peering from the lattice.
My Beloved is like a roe or a young hart. Behold, He stands behind our wall, He looks forth at the windows, peering from the lattice. My Beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise up, My love, My beautiful one, and come away. read more. For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over; it goes to itself. the flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land; the fig tree puts forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, My love, My beautiful one, and come away. O My dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let Me see your face, let Me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is beautiful.
My Beloved is mine, and I am His; He feeds among the lilies. Until when does the day blow, and the shadows flee away? Turn, my Beloved, and be like a gazelle, or a young deer, the stag, on the mountains of Bether.
Until when does the day blow, and the shadows flee away? Turn, my Beloved, and be like a gazelle, or a young deer, the stag, on the mountains of Bether.
Until when does the day blow, and the shadows flee away? Turn, my Beloved, and be like a gazelle, or a young deer, the stag, on the mountains of Bether.
By night on my bed I sought Him whom my soul loved; I sought Him, but I did not find Him.
By night on my bed I sought Him whom my soul loved; I sought Him, but I did not find Him.
By night on my bed I sought Him whom my soul loved; I sought Him, but I did not find Him.
By night on my bed I sought Him whom my soul loved; I sought Him, but I did not find Him. I will rise now and go about the city, in the streets and in the broad ways; I will seek Him whom my soul loves. I sought Him, but I did not find Him.
I will rise now and go about the city, in the streets and in the broad ways; I will seek Him whom my soul loves. I sought Him, but I did not find Him. The watchmen going about the city found me. I said, Have you seen Him whom my soul loves?
The watchmen going about the city found me. I said, Have you seen Him whom my soul loves? But a little while after I passed from them, 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, and into the room of her who conceived me.
But a little while after I passed from them, 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, and into the room of her who conceived me. I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, and by the does of the field, do not stir up nor awake my love until it pleases.
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, and by the does of the field, do not stir up nor awake my love until it pleases. Who is this coming up out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, from all the merchant's powders?
Who is this coming up out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, from all the merchant's powders?
Who is this coming up out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, from all the merchant's powders? Behold his bed, Solomon's! Sixty mighty men are around it, of Israel's mighty men.
Behold his bed, Solomon's! Sixty mighty men are around it, of Israel's mighty men. They all hold swords, instructed in war; each man has his sword on his thigh because of fear in the night. read more. King Solomon made himself a litter-bed of Lebanon's trees.
King Solomon made himself a litter-bed of Lebanon's trees. He made its poles of silver, its back gold, its seat of purple, its middle was paved with love by the daughters of Jerusalem.
He made its poles of silver, its back gold, its seat of purple, its middle was paved with love by the daughters of Jerusalem.
He made its poles of silver, its back gold, its seat of purple, its middle was paved with love by the daughters of Jerusalem. Go forth, O daughters of Zion, and behold King Solomon with the crown with which his mother crowned him on his wedding day, and in the day of the gladness of his heart.
Go forth, O daughters of Zion, and behold King Solomon with the crown with which his mother crowned him on his wedding day, and in the day of the gladness of his heart.
Go forth, O daughters of Zion, and behold King Solomon with the crown with which his mother crowned him on his wedding day, and in the day of the gladness of his heart.
Go forth, O daughters of Zion, and behold King Solomon with the crown with which his mother crowned him on his wedding day, and in the day of the gladness of his heart.
Behold, you are beautiful, My love. Behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are like doves' from behind your veil; your hair is like a flock of goats that appear from Mount Gilead.
Behold, you are beautiful, My love. Behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are like doves' from behind your veil; your hair is like a flock of goats that appear from Mount Gilead.
Behold, you are beautiful, My love. Behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are like doves' from behind your veil; your hair is like a flock of goats that appear from Mount Gilead. Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep, which came up from the washing; they all are bearing twins and not one is barren among them.
Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep, which came up from the washing; they all are bearing twins and not one is barren among them. Your lips are like a cord of scarlet, and your speech is becoming; your temples are like a piece of pomegranate behind your veil. read more. Your neck is like the tower of David built for an armory, on which there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men. Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, feeding among the lilies. Until when the day blows, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.
Until when the day blows, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense. You are all fair, My love; no blemish is in you. read more. Come with Me from Lebanon, My spouse; with Me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
Come with Me from Lebanon, My spouse; with Me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
Come with Me from Lebanon, My spouse; with Me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards. You have ravished My heart, My sister, My spouse; you have ravished My heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck. read more. How fair is your love, My sister, My spouse! How much better is your love than wine, and the smell of your ointments than all spices! Your lips, My spouse, drop like the honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon. A locked garden is My sister, My spouse; a rock heap locked up, a fountain sealed.
A locked garden is My sister, My spouse; a rock heap locked up, a fountain sealed. Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; with henna and spikenard, read more. spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices;
Awake, O north wind; and come, south wind; blow on my garden, so that the spices of it may flow out. Let my Beloved come into His garden and eat His pleasant fruits.
I have come into My garden, My sister, My spouse; I have gathered My myrrh with My spice; I have eaten My honeycomb with My honey; I have drunk My wine with My milk. Eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O Beloved.
I have come into My garden, My sister, My spouse; I have gathered My myrrh with My spice; I have eaten My honeycomb with My honey; I have drunk My wine with My milk. Eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O Beloved.
I have come into My garden, My sister, My spouse; I have gathered My myrrh with My spice; I have eaten My honeycomb with My honey; I have drunk My wine with My milk. Eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O Beloved. I sleep, but my heart is awake. It is the sound of my Beloved that knocks, saying, Open to Me, My sister, My love, My dove, My undefiled; for My head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.
I sleep, but my heart is awake. It is the sound of my Beloved that knocks, saying, Open to Me, My sister, My love, My dove, My undefiled; for My head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.
I sleep, but my heart is awake. It is the sound of my Beloved that knocks, saying, Open to Me, My sister, My love, My dove, My undefiled; for My head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night. I have put off My coat; How shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them? read more. My Beloved put in His hand by the hole of the door, and my heart was moved for Him.
My Beloved put in His hand by the hole of the door, and my heart was moved for Him. I rose up to open to my Beloved; and my hands dripped with myrrh, and my fingers flowing with myrrh on the handles of the bolt.
I rose up to open to my Beloved; and my hands dripped with myrrh, and my fingers flowing with myrrh on the handles of the bolt. I opened to my Beloved, but my Beloved had left. He passed on. My soul went out when He spoke; I sought Him, but I could not find Him. I called Him, but He did not answer me.
I opened to my Beloved, but my Beloved had left. He passed on. My soul went out when He spoke; I sought Him, but I could not find Him. I called Him, but He did not answer me.
I opened to my Beloved, but my Beloved had left. He passed on. My soul went out when He spoke; I sought Him, but I could not find Him. I called Him, but He did not answer me. The watchmen who went about the city found me and struck me; they wounded me. The keepers of the wall lifted my veil from me.
The watchmen who went about the city found me and struck me; they wounded me. The keepers of the wall lifted my veil from me.
The watchmen who went about the city found me and struck me; they wounded me. The keepers of the wall lifted my veil from me. I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my Beloved, what do you tell Him? That I am sick with love.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my Beloved, what do you tell Him? That I am sick with love.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my Beloved, what do you tell Him? That I am sick with love.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my Beloved, what do you tell Him? That I am sick with love. What is your Beloved more than another beloved, most beautiful among women? What is your Beloved more than another beloved, that you adjure us so?
His cheeks are like a bed of spices, a raised bed of aromatic herbs. His lips are as lilies dropping flowing myrrh.
My Beloved has gone down to His garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens and to gather lilies. I am my Beloved's, and my Beloved is mine; He feeds among the lilies.
I am my Beloved's, and my Beloved is mine; He feeds among the lilies. O my love, you are as beautiful as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as inspiring as an army with banners.
Your teeth are like a flock of ewes which go up from the washing; they all are bearing twins, and a barren one is not among them.
Your teeth are like a flock of ewes which go up from the washing; they all are bearing twins, and a barren one is not among them.
Your teeth are like a flock of ewes which go up from the washing; they all are bearing twins, and a barren one is not among them.
There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and virgins without number. But My dove, My undefiled is one alone. She is the only one of her mother. She is the choice of her who bore her. The daughters saw her and blessed her; the queens and the concubines saw her, and they praised her. read more. Who is she who looks forth like the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, awesome as armies with banners?
Who is she who looks forth like the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, awesome as armies with banners?
Who is she who looks forth like the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, awesome as armies with banners?
Who is she who looks forth like the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, awesome as armies with banners? I went down into the garden of nuts to see the greenery of the valley, to see whether the vine flowered and the pomegranates budded.
Return, return, O Shulamite! Return, return, that we may look on you. What will you see in the Shulamite? As it were the dance of two camps.
How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.
How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.
How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.
I said, I will go up in the palm tree, I will take hold of its stalk. And please let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose like apples;
I said, I will go up in the palm tree, I will take hold of its stalk. And please let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose like apples;
I said, I will go up in the palm tree, I will take hold of its stalk. And please let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose like apples;
I am my Beloved's, and His desire is toward me. Come, my Beloved, let us go out into the field; let us stay in the villages.
The love-apples give a scent, and over our doors are all pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for You, O my Beloved.
Who could give You to me as my brother, who sucked my mother's breasts? When I find You outside, I would kiss You; yea, they would not despise me. I would lead You, and bring You into my mother's house. You would instruct me; I would cause You to drink spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.
I would lead You, and bring You into my mother's house. You would instruct me; I would cause You to drink spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, why should you stir up or awaken my Love until it pleases?
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, why should you stir up or awaken my Love until it pleases?
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, why should you stir up or awaken my Love until it pleases? Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her Beloved? I awakened you under the apple tree; there your mother travailed with you; there she travailed and bore you.
Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her Beloved? I awakened you under the apple tree; there your mother travailed with you; there she travailed and bore you. Set me as a seal on Your heart, as a seal on Your arm; for love is strong as death. Jealousy is cruel as the grave; its flames are flames of fire, a flame of Jehovah.
Set me as a seal on Your heart, as a seal on Your arm; for love is strong as death. Jealousy is cruel as the grave; its flames are flames of fire, a flame of Jehovah.
Set me as a seal on Your heart, as a seal on Your arm; for love is strong as death. Jealousy is cruel as the grave; its flames are flames of fire, a flame of Jehovah. Many waters cannot quench love, nor will the rivers overflow it. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, it would be scorned. read more. We have a little sister, and she has no breasts; what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?
We have a little sister, and she has no breasts; what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?
We have a little sister, and she has no breasts; what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for? If she is a wall, we will build on her a palace of silver; and if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.
If she is a wall, we will build on her a palace of silver; and if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.
If she is a wall, we will build on her a palace of silver; and if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar. I was a wall, and my breasts like towers; then I was in His eyes as one finding peace.
I was a wall, and my breasts like towers; then I was in His eyes as one finding peace.
I was a wall, and my breasts like towers; then I was in His eyes as one finding peace. Solomon had a vineyard in Baal-hamon; he let out the vineyard to keepers; everyone for its fruit was to bring a thousand of silver.
Solomon had a vineyard in Baal-hamon; he let out the vineyard to keepers; everyone for its fruit was to bring a thousand of silver. My vineyard, which is mine, is before me; you, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and for the keepers of its fruit, two hundred.
My vineyard, which is mine, is before me; you, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and for the keepers of its fruit, two hundred. You who dwell in the gardens, the companions listen to your voice; cause me to hear.
You who dwell in the gardens, the companions listen to your voice; cause me to hear. Hurry, my Beloved, and be like a gazelle, or a young deer, the stag, on the mountains of spices.
Hurry, my Beloved, and be like a gazelle, or a young deer, the stag, on the mountains of spices.