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Song of Songs 2:8-17
New International Version
Song of Songs 2:8-17
New International Version
8 Listen! My beloved!
Look! Here he comes,
leaping across the mountains,
bounding over the hills.(A)
9 My beloved is like a gazelle(B) or a young stag.(C)
Look! There he stands behind our wall,
gazing through the windows,
peering through the lattice.
10 My beloved spoke and said to me,
“Arise, my darling,
my beautiful one, come with me.
11 See! The winter is past;
the rains are over and gone.
12 Flowers appear on the earth;
the season of singing has come,
the cooing of doves
is heard in our land.
13 The fig tree forms its early fruit;(D)
the blossoming(E) vines spread their fragrance.
Arise, come, my darling;
my beautiful one, come with me.”
He
14 My dove(F) in the clefts of the rock,
in the hiding places on the mountainside,
show me your face,
let me hear your voice;
for your voice is sweet,
and your face is lovely.(G)
15 Catch for us the foxes,(H)
the little foxes
that ruin the vineyards,(I)
our vineyards that are in bloom.(J)
She
Footnotes
- Song of Songs 2:17 Or the hills of Bether
Song of Solomon 2:8-17
King James Version
Song of Solomon 2:8-17
King James Version
8 The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
9 My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.
10 My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
12 The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
13 The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
14 O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.
17 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
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Song of Songs 4:8-15
New International Version
Song of Songs 4:8-15
New International Version
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,(A)
come with me from Lebanon.
Descend from the crest of Amana,
from the top of Senir,(B) the summit of Hermon,(C)
from the lions’ dens
and the mountain haunts of leopards.
9 You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride;(D)
you have stolen my heart
with one glance of your eyes,
with one jewel of your necklace.(E)
10 How delightful(F) is your love(G), my sister, my bride!
How much more pleasing is your love than wine,(H)
and the fragrance of your perfume(I)
more than any spice!
11 Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my bride;
milk and honey are under your tongue.(J)
The fragrance of your garments
is like the fragrance of Lebanon.(K)
12 You are a garden(L) locked up, my sister, my bride;(M)
you are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain.(N)
13 Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates(O)
with choice fruits,
with henna(P) and nard,
14 nard and saffron,
calamus and cinnamon,(Q)
with every kind of incense tree,
with myrrh(R) and aloes(S)
and all the finest spices.(T)
15 You are[a] a garden(U) fountain,(V)
a well of flowing water
streaming down from Lebanon.
Footnotes
- Song of Songs 4:15 Or I am (spoken by She)
Song of Solomon 4:8-15
King James Version
Song of Solomon 4:8-15
King James Version
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.
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 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!
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.
12 A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
13 Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
14 Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
15 A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
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Song of Songs 8:1
New International Version
Song of Songs 8:1
New International Version
8 If only you were to me like a brother,
who was nursed at my mother’s breasts!
Then, if I found you outside,
I would kiss you,
and no one would despise me.
Song of Solomon 8:1
King James Version
Song of Solomon 8:1
King James Version
8 O that thou wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! when I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; yea, I should not be despised.
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