Thematic Bible: Song of
Thematic Bible
Bridegroom » Song of
My darling, you are altogether beautiful and there is no blemish in you. Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come with me from Lebanon. May you journey from the top of Amana, from the tops of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of lions, from the mountain lairs of leopards. You have made my heart beat faster, my sister, my bride. You have made my heart beat faster with one glance of your eyes, with one strand of your necklace. read more.
How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride. How much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than all kinds of spices. Your lips drip honey, my bride; milk and honey are under your tongue. The scent of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon. My sister, my bride, is a locked garden a locked rock garden, a sealed up spring. Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with choice fruit, henna with nard, nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all the trees of frankincense, along with myrrh and aloes, and all the finest spices. You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water, streams flowing from Lebanon. Awake, north wind, and come, south wind. Make my garden breathe out, let its fragrance flow. Let my beloved come into his garden, and let him eat its choicest fruits.
How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride. How much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than all kinds of spices. Your lips drip honey, my bride; milk and honey are under your tongue. The scent of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon. My sister, my bride, is a locked garden a locked rock garden, a sealed up spring. Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with choice fruit, henna with nard, nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all the trees of frankincense, along with myrrh and aloes, and all the finest spices. You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water, streams flowing from Lebanon. Awake, north wind, and come, south wind. Make my garden breathe out, let its fragrance flow. Let my beloved come into his garden, and let him eat its choicest fruits.