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Song Of Solomon 3

1 On my bed night after night I sought him Whom my soul loves; I sought him but did not find him. 2 I must arise now and go about the city; In the streets and in the squares I must seek him whom my soul loves. I sought him but did not find him. 3 The watchmen who make the rounds in the city found me, And I said, Have you seen him whom my soul loves? 4 Scarcely had I left them When I found him whom my soul loves; I held on to him and would not let him go Until I had brought him to my mothers house, And into the room of her who conceived me. 5 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles or by the hinds of the field, That you will not arouse or awaken my love Until she pleases. 6 What is this coming up from the wilderness Like columns of smoke, Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, With all scented powders of the merchant? 7 Behold, it is the traveling couch of Solomon; Sixty mighty men around it, Of the mighty men of Israel. 8 All of them are wielders of the sword, Expert in war; Each man has his sword at his side, Guarding against the terrors of the night. 9 King Solomon has made for himself a sedan chair From the timber of Lebanon. 10 He made its posts of silver, Its back of gold And its seat of purple fabric, With its interior lovingly fitted out By the daughters of Jerusalem. 11 Go forth, O daughters of Zion, And gaze on King Solomon with the crown With which his mother has crowned him On the day of his wedding, And on the day of his gladness of heart.

Song of Solomon 4

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. 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. 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. 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. 5 Your two breasts are like two fawns, Twins of a gazelle Which feed among the lilies. 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. 7 You are altogether beautiful, my darling, And there is no blemish in you. 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. 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. 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! 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. 12 A garden locked is my sister, my bride, A rock garden locked, a spring sealed up. 13 Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates With choice fruits, henna with nard plants, 14 Nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, With all the trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, along with all the finest spices. 15 You are a garden spring, A well of fresh water, And streams flowing from Lebanon. 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!

Song Of Solomon 5

1 I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh along with my balsam. I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey; I have drunk my wine and my milk. Eat, friends; Drink and imbibe deeply, O lovers. 2 I was asleep but my heart was awake. A voice! My beloved was knocking: Open to me, my sister, my darling, My dove, my perfect one! For my head is drenched with dew, My locks with the damp of the night. 3 I have taken off my dress, How can I put it on again? I have washed my feet, How can I dirty them again? 4 My beloved extended his hand through the opening, And my feelings were aroused for him. 5 I arose to open to my beloved; And my hands dripped with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, On the handles of the bolt. 6 I opened to my beloved, But my beloved had turned away and had gone! My heart went out to him as he spoke. I searched for him but I did not find him; I called him but he did not answer me. 7 The watchmen who make the rounds in the city found me, They struck me and wounded me; The guardsmen of the walls took away my shawl from me. 8 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, As to what you will tell him: For I am lovesick. 9 What kind of beloved is your beloved, O most beautiful among women? What kind of beloved is your beloved, That thus you adjure us? 10 My beloved is dazzling and ruddy, Outstanding among ten thousand. 11 His head is like gold, pure gold; His locks are like clusters of dates And black as a raven. 12 His eyes are like doves Beside streams of water, Bathed in milk, And reposed in their setting. 13 His cheeks are like a bed of balsam, Banks of sweet-scented herbs; His lips are lilies Dripping with liquid myrrh. 14 His hands are rods of gold Set with beryl; His abdomen is carved ivory Inlaid with sapphires. 15 His legs are pillars of alabaster Set on pedestals of pure gold; His appearance is like Lebanon Choice as the cedars. 16 His mouth is full of sweetness. And he is wholly desirable. This is my beloved and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

Ruth
Ecclesiastes
Song of Solomon
Lamentations
Joel
Obadiah
Jonah
Micah
Nahum
Habakkuk
Zephaniah
Haggai
Malachi
2 Corinthians
Galatians
Ephesians
Philippians
Colossians
1 Thessalonians
2 Thessalonians
1 Timothy
2 Timothy
Titus
Philemon
James
1 Peter
2 Peter
1 John
2 John
3 John
Jude