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6 Bible Verses about Sexual Desire
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Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is lovely; thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks. Thy neck is like the tower of David built for teaching, upon which there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men. Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which are fed among the lilies.read more.
Until the day breaks, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense. Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee. With me from Lebanon, my spouse, thou shalt come with me from Lebanon; thou shalt look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards. Thou hast taken hold of my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast imprisoned my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck. 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! Thy lips, O my spouse, drip as the honeycomb; honey and milk are under thy tongue, and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon. A closed garden is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed. Thy newly budded plants are a paradise of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, , with spikenard, spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices: A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, that flow from Lebanon.
Unto the woman he said, I will greatly multiply thy sorrow and thy conception; in sorrow thou shalt bring forth sons; and thy desire shall be to thy husband, and he shall rule over thee.
Oh! if he would kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! for thy love is better than wine. Because of the savour of thy good ointments (ointment poured forth is thy name), therefore have the virgins loved thee. Draw me after thee, we will run. The king has brought me into his chambers; we will be glad and rejoice in thee; we will remember thy love more than the wine; the upright love thee.
Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden that the aroma of its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his sweet fruits.
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages. Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vines flourish, whether the tender flowers appear, if the pomegranates bud forth; there I will give thee my loves. The mandrakes have given their fragrance, and at our gates are all manner of sweet fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
I am a wall, and my breasts like towers since I was in his eyes as the one that found peace.