Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible



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


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


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


What is thy beloved above any beloved, O fair among women? What is thy beloved above any beloved, That thus thou hast adjured us? My beloved is clear and ruddy, Conspicuous above a myriad! His head is pure gold -- fine gold, His locks flowing, dark as a raven, read more.
His eyes as doves by streams of water, Washing in milk, sitting in fulness. His cheeks as a bed of the spice, towers of perfumes, His lips are lilies, dropping flowing myrrh, His hands rings of gold, set with beryl, His heart bright ivory, covered with sapphires, His limbs pillars of marble, Founded on sockets of fine gold, His appearance as Lebanon, choice as the cedars. His mouth is sweetness -- and all of him desirable, This is my beloved, and this my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem!


Myrrh and aloes, cassia! all thy garments, Out of palaces of ivory Stringed instruments have made thee glad.

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

And in the drawing nigh of the turn of each young woman to come in unto the king Ahasuerus, at the end of there being to her -- according to the law of the women -- twelve months, for so they fulfil the days of their purifications; six months with oil of myrrh, and six months with spices, and with the purifications of women,

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

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


As 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.

'Again, the reign of the heavens is like to treasure hid in the field, which a man having found did hide, and from his joy goeth, and all, as much as he hath, he selleth, and buyeth that field. 'Again, the reign of the heavens is like to a man, a merchant, seeking goodly pearls, who having found one pearl of great price, having gone away, hath sold all, as much as he had, and bought it.

My beloved is clear and ruddy, Conspicuous above a myriad! His head is pure gold -- fine gold, His locks flowing, dark as a raven, His eyes as doves by streams of water, Washing in milk, sitting in fulness. read more.
His cheeks as a bed of the spice, towers of perfumes, His lips are lilies, dropping flowing myrrh, His hands rings of gold, set with beryl, His heart bright ivory, covered with sapphires, His limbs pillars of marble, Founded on sockets of fine gold, His appearance as Lebanon, choice as the cedars. His mouth is sweetness -- and all of him desirable, This is my beloved, and this my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem!