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Solomon’s Love Expressed | ||||
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| 1 "How beautiful you are, my darling, How beautiful you are! Your eyes are like doves behind your veil; Your hair is like a flock of goats That have descended from Mount Gilead. | 1 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead. | 1 Look at you! You are beautiful, my true love. Look at you! You are so beautiful. Your eyes behind your veil are like doves. Your hair is like a flock of goats moving down Mount Gilead. | 1 Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead. | 1 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are doves behind thy veil; Thy hair is as a flock of goats, On the slopes of mount Gilead. | 2 "Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn ewes Which have come up from their washing, All of which bear twins, And not one among them has lost her young. | 2 Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them. | 2 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep about to be sheared, sheep that come up from the washing. All of them bear twins, and not one has lost its young. | 2 Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, which have come up from the washing, where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them. | 2 Thy teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep, Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them. | 3 "Your lips are like a scarlet thread, And your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a slice of a pomegranate Behind your veil. | 3 Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks. | 3 Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples behind your veil are like slices of pomegranate. | 3 Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil. | 3 Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, And thy speech is comely; As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil. | 4 "Your neck is like the tower of David, Built with rows of stones On which are hung a thousand shields, All the round shields of the mighty men. | 4 Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men. | 4 Your neck is like David's beautifully-designed tower. A thousand round shields belonging to soldiers are hung on it. | 4 Your neck is like David's tower built for an armory, whereon a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men. | 4 Thy neck is like the tower of David, Built for an armoury: A thousand bucklers hang thereon, All shields of mighty men. | 5 "Your two breasts are like two fawns, Twins of a gazelle Which feed among the lilies. | 5 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies. | 5 Your breasts are like two fawns, like twin gazelles grazing among the lilies. | 5 Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies. | 5 Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, Which feed among the lilies. | NASB | KJV | GWT | WEB | DBY |
| 6 "Until the cool of the day When the shadows flee away, I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh And to the hill of frankincense. | 6 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense. | 6 When the day brings a cool breeze and the shadows flee, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and the hill of incense. | 6 Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense. | 6 Until the day dawn, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense. | 7 "You are altogether beautiful, my darling, And there is no blemish in you. | 7 Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee. | 7 You are beautiful in every way, my true love. There is no blemish on you. | 7 You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you. | 7 Thou art all fair, my love; And there is no spot in thee. | 8 "Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, May you come with me from Lebanon. Journey down from the summit of Amana, From the summit of Senir and Hermon, From the dens of lions, From the mountains of leopards. | 8 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. | 8 You will come with me from Lebanon, from Lebanon as my bride. You will travel with me from the peak of Mount Amana, from the mountain peaks in Senir and Hermon, from the lairs of lions, from the mountains of leopards. | 8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards. | 8 Come with me, from Lebanon, my spouse, With me from Lebanon, Come, look from the top of Amanah, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the lions' dens, From the mountains of the leopards. | 9 "You have made my heart beat faster, my sister, my bride; You have made my heart beat faster with a single glance of your eyes, With a single strand of your necklace. | 9 Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck. | 9 My bride, my sister, you have charmed me. You have charmed me with a single glance from your eyes, with a single strand of your necklace. | 9 You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck. | 9 Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck. | 10 "How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, And the fragrance of your oils Than all kinds of spices! | 10 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! | 10 How beautiful are your expressions of love, my bride, my sister! How much better are your expressions of love than wine and the fragrance of your perfume than any spice. | 10 How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine! The fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices! | 10 How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! How much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine ointments than all spices! | NASB | KJV | GWT | WEB | DBY |
| 11 "Your lips, my bride, drip honey; Honey and milk are under your tongue, And the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon. | 11 Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon. | 11 Your lips drip honey, my bride. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The fragrance of your clothing is like the fragrance of Lebanon. | 11 Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon. | 11 Thy lips, my spouse, drop as the honeycomb; Honey and milk are under thy tongue; And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon. | 12 "A garden locked is my sister, my bride, A rock garden locked, a spring sealed up. | 12 A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed. | 12 My bride, my sister is a garden that is locked, a garden that is locked, a spring that is sealed. | 12 A locked up garden is my sister, my bride; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain. | 12 A garden enclosed is my sister, my spouse; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed. | 13 "Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates With choice fruits, henna with nard plants, | 13 Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard, | 13 You are paradise that produces pomegranates and the best fruits, henna flowers and nard, | 13 Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits: henna with spikenard plants, | 13 Thy shoots are a paradise of pomegranates, with precious fruits; Henna with spikenard plants; | 14 Nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, With all the trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, along with all the finest spices. | 14 Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices: | 14 nard and saffron, calamus, cinnamon, and all kinds of incense, myrrh, aloes, and all the best spices. | 14 spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree; myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices, | 14 Spikenard and saffron; Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices: | 15 "You are a garden spring, A well of fresh water, And streams flowing from Lebanon." | 15 A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon. | 15 [You are] a spring for gardens, a well of living water flowing from Lebanon. | 15 a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon. Beloved | 15 A fountain in the gardens, A well of living waters, Which stream from Lebanon. | NASB | KJV | GWT | WEB | DBY |
| 16 "Awake, O north wind, And come, wind of the south; Make my garden breathe out fragrance, Let its spices be wafted abroad. May my beloved come into his garden And eat its choice fruits!" | 16 Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits. | 16 Awake, north wind! Come, south wind! Blow on my garden! Let its spices flow from it. Let my beloved come to his garden, and let him eat his own precious fruit. | 16 Awake, north wind; and come, you south! Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits. Lover | 16 Awake, north wind, and come, thou south; Blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow forth. Let my beloved come into his garden, And eat its precious fruits. |
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