Verse
BSB
Berean Standard Bible
ASV
American Standard Version
How
beautiful
you
are
, my darling—
how
very
beautiful!
Your
eyes are like
doves behind your
veil. Your
hair is like
a flock of goats streaming
down
Mount Gilead.
Behold
, thou
art
fair,
my love;
behold,
thou
art
fair;
Thine
eyes are `as'
doves behind thy
veil. Thy
hair is as
a flock of goats ,
That
lie
along
the
side
of
mount Gilead.
Your
teeth are like a flock of newly shorn sheep
coming
up from the washing ;
each
has
its
twin
, and
not
one of
them
is lost
.
Thy
teeth are like a flock `
of ewes'
that
are
`
newly '
shorn ,
Which
are
come
up from the washing, Whereof
every
one hath
twins,
And
none
is bereaved
among
them
.
Your
lips are like a scarlet ribbon
, and your
mouth is lovely
. Your
brow
behind
your
veil
is
like a slice
of pomegranate.
Thy
lips are like a thread
of
scarlet, And thy
mouth is comely
. Thy
temples
are
like a piece
of a
pomegranate Behind
thy
veil
.
Your
neck is like the tower of David, built
with
rows
of
stones;
on
it
hang a thousand shields
, all of
them
shields of warriors
.
Thy
neck is like the tower of David builded
for
an
armory
, Whereon
there
hang a thousand bucklers
, All the
shields of the
mighty
men
.
Your
breasts are like two fawns ,
twins of a gazelle
grazing
among the lilies.
Thy
two
breasts are like two fawns That
are
twins of a roe,
Which
feed
among the lilies.
Before
the day breaks
and the shadows flee, I will make
my
way
to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.
Until
the day be
cool,
and the shadows flee away
, I will get
me
to the mountain of myrrh ,
And to the hill of frankincense.
You
are
altogether
beautiful
, my darling
; in
you
there is no flaw
.
Thou
art
all
fair
, my love
; And
there is no spot
in
thee
.
Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come
with me from Lebanon !
Descend
from the peak
of Amana, from the summits
of Senir and Hermon, from the dens
of
the
lions, from the mountains of the leopards.
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.
You
have
captured
my heart, my sister, my bride; you
have
stolen
my heart with one glance
of your
eyes, with one jewel
of your
neck.
Thou
hast
ravished
my heart, my sister, `
my '
bride; Thou
hast
ravished
my heart with one of thine
eyes, With one chain
of thy
neck.
How delightful
is your
love, my sister, my bride! Your
love
is
much better than wine ,
and the fragrance of your
perfume
than all spices .
How fair
is thy
love, my sister, `
my '
bride! How
much better is
thy
love
than wine !
And the fragrance of thine
oils
than all manner
of
spices !
Your
lips, my bride, drip
sweetness
like
the honeycomb ;
honey and milk are under your
tongue ,
and the fragrance
of your
garments is like the aroma
of Lebanon.
Thy
lips, O
`
my '
bride, drop
`as'
the honeycomb :
Honey and milk are under thy
tongue ;
And the smell
of thy
garments is like the smell
of Lebanon.
My sister, my bride ,
you
are
a
garden
locked
up,
a spring enclosed
, a fountain sealed.
A
garden
shut
up
is
my sister, `
my '
bride ;
A spring shut
up
, a fountain sealed.
Your
branches
are an orchard of pomegranates with
the
choicest
of
fruits
, with henna and
nard
,
Thy
shoots
are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious
fruits;
Henna with
spikenard
plants
,
with
nard
and saffron, with
calamus and cinnamon, with every
kind
of frankincense tree,
with
myrrh and aloes, with all the finest
spices.
Spikenard
and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon, with all
trees
of frankincense ;
Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief
spices.
You
are
a garden
spring
, a well of fresh
water
flowing down
from Lebanon.
`Thou
art'
a fountain
of
gardens
, A well of living
waters,
And
flowing streams
from Lebanon.
Awake, O north wind ,
and come, O
south wind.
Breathe
on
my garden and
spread
the fragrance
of
its
spices. Let my beloved come into his garden and taste
its
choicest
fruits.
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
precious
fruits.
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