'Beloved' in the Bible
"Your own blood brother, your son, your daughter, your beloved wife, or your friend who is like your soul mate may entice you quietly. He may tell you, "Let's go and serve other gods,' (whom neither you nor your ancestors have known
then when he bequeaths his possessions to his sons, he must not give preference to the firstborn of the beloved wife over the firstborn of the unloved wife.
Even the compassionate man among you the very sensitive one will look with evil in his eyes toward his brother, his beloved wife, and his surviving sons, whom he spared.
The most tender and sensitive lady among you, who doesn't venture to touch the soles of her feet to the ground on account of her daintiness, will look with hostility in her eyes against her beloved husband, her sons, and her daughters.
About Benjamin he said: "The beloved of the LORD will live confidently, the Most High protecting him all day long, and resting in his bosom."
My beloved is to me a pouch of myrrh that lies between my breasts all night.
My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of En-gedi.
Look at you! You are handsome, my beloved, truly lovely. How lush is our couch.
Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the young men. In his shade I take delight and sit down, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.
The voice of my beloved! Look! He's coming, leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.
My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look, there he stands behind our wall, looking through the windows, gazing through the lattice.
My beloved spoke to me: "Get up, my darling, my beautiful one, and come on.
My beloved belongs to me and I belong to him. He is the one who shepherds his flock among the lilies.
Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, turn around, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the rugged mountains.
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.
I was asleep, but my heart was awake. There's a sound! My beloved is knocking. "Open up for me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my perfect one. For my head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night."
My beloved reached out his hand for the latch. My feelings for him were aroused.
I opened the door for my beloved, but my beloved had turned away; he was gone! My very life went out when he departed. I searched for him, but couldn't find him. I called out to him, but he didn't answer.
I charge you, young women of Jerusalem, "If you find my beloved, what are you to tell him? Tell him that I'm weak with love."
What is so special about your beloved, most beautiful of women? What is so special about your beloved, that you charge us like this?
My beloved is dazzling, with a dark and healthy complexion, outstanding among ten thousand.
His mouth is sweetness, and all of him is desirable. This is my beloved, this is my friend, young women of Jerusalem!
Where did your beloved go, most beautiful of women? Where did your beloved turn, so we may look for him with you?
My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to graze his flock in the gardens and gather lilies.
I belong to my beloved, and my beloved belongs to me. He is the one who grazes his flock among the lilies.
May your mouth be like good wine. May it go down smoothly to my beloved, gliding gently over the lips of the sleeping ones.
I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.
Come, my beloved. Let us go out to the country, let us spend the night in the villages.
The mandrakes give off their fragrance, and over our doors are all the choice fruits, both old and new, that I've stored up for you, my beloved.
Who is this coming up from the desert, leaning on her beloved? Under theapple tree I awakened you. There your mother had gone into labor with you; there she went into labor and gave birth to you.
Come quickly, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.
I will sing for my beloved my love-song concerning his vineyard: "The one I love had a vineyard on a very fertile hill.
"What right does my beloved have in my house, when she has carried out many evil schemes? Can sacrificial flesh turn disaster away from you, so you can rejoice?"
I'll forsake my house, I'll abandon my inheritance. I'll give the beloved of my heart into the hand of her enemies.
With their own hands, compassionate women boil their own children they become their food when my beloved people were destroyed.
"Shave your head and cut off your locks as you mourn your beloved children. Make yourself bald as an eagle, because they will go from you into exile!"
so that we would praise his glorious grace that he gave us in the Beloved One.
They marched over the broad expanse of the earth and surrounded the camp of the saints and the beloved city. Fire came from God out of heaven and burned them up,