Song of Songs 8:14

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Hurry, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.

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  • Song 2:17 : 17 Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the rugged mountains.
  • Rev 22:17 : 17 The Spirit and the bride say, "Come!" And let the one who hears say, "Come!" Let the one who is thirsty come, and let the one who desires take the water of life freely.
  • Rev 22:20 : 20 He who testifies to these things says, "Yes, I am coming soon." Amen. Come, Lord Jesus!
  • Song 2:9 : 9 My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Behold, he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice.
  • Song 4:6 : 6 Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and the hill of frankincense.
  • Luke 19:12 : 12 So he said, "A nobleman traveled to a distant country to receive a kingdom for himself and then return.
  • Phil 1:23 : 23 I am torn between the two: I desire to depart and be with Christ, which is far better;

Similar Verses (AI)

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  • Song 2:16-17
    2 verses
    84%

    16My beloved is mine and I am his; he grazes among the lilies.

    17Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the rugged mountains.

  • Song 2:7-10
    4 verses
    84%

    7I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and the does of the field, not to awaken or stir up love until it pleases.

    8The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.

    9My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Behold, he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice.

    10My beloved spoke and said to me, 'Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.'

  • Song 8:13
    82%

    13You who dwell in the gardens, your companions are listening to your voice; let me hear it.

  • Song 4:5-13
    9 verses
    80%

    5Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, grazing among the lilies.

    6Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and the hill of frankincense.

    7You are altogether beautiful, my love; there is no blemish in you.

    8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride; come with me from Lebanon. Descend from the peak of Amana, from the summit of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of lions and the mountains of leopards.

    9You have captivated my heart, my sister, my bride; you have captivated my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace.

    10How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your oils than any spice!

    11Your lips, my bride, drip honey like a honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue, and the fragrance of your garments is like the scent of Lebanon.

    12A locked garden is my sister, my bride—an enclosed spring, a sealed fountain.

    13Your branches are an orchard of pomegranates with choice fruits, henna with nard plants.

  • Song 3:5-6
    2 verses
    80%

    5I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and the does of the field: do not awaken or arouse love until it pleases.

    6Who is this coming up from the wilderness like columns of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all the fragrant powders of the merchant?

  • Song 1:13-16
    4 verses
    79%

    13My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh resting between my breasts.

    14My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi.

    15Behold, you are beautiful, my love! Behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are like doves.

    16Behold, you are handsome, my beloved, truly delightful. Our bed is lush and green.

  • Song 2:13-14
    2 verses
    79%

    13The fig tree ripens its early fruit; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.

    14My dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the cliff, show me your face, let me hear your voice, for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.

  • Prov 5:19
    78%

    19A loving doe, a graceful deer—may her breasts satisfy you always, and may you always be captivated by her love.

  • Song 7:10-12
    3 verses
    77%

    10Your mouth is like the finest wine, flowing smoothly for my beloved, gliding over the lips of those who are asleep.

    11I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.

    12Come, my beloved, let us go out into the fields; let us lodge in the villages.

  • Song 4:15-16
    2 verses
    77%

    15You are a spring of gardens, a well of fresh water, flowing streams from Lebanon.

    16Awaken, north wind, and come, south wind! Breathe on my garden so that its spices may flow. Let my beloved come into his garden and taste its choice fruits.

  • Song 6:1-5
    5 verses
    77%

    1Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?

    2My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to graze in the gardens and to gather lilies.

    3I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine; he grazes among the lilies.

    4You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my love, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as an army with banners.

    5Turn your eyes away from me, for they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead.

  • Song 1:7-9
    3 verses
    76%

    7Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you graze your flock, where you rest your sheep at midday. Why should I be like a veiled woman beside the flocks of your companions?

    8If you do not know, most beautiful of women, follow the tracks of the sheep and graze your young goats near the shepherds' tents.

    9I compare you, my love, to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.

  • Song 7:6
    76%

    6Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, and the flowing locks of your hair are like royal purple. The king is captivated by its tresses.

  • Song 8:4-5
    2 verses
    75%

    4I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, do not awaken or stir up love until it pleases.

    5Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? Under the apple tree I awakened you. There your mother was in labor with you; there she who bore you was in labor.

  • Song 4:1
    75%

    1Behold, you are beautiful, my love, behold, you are beautiful! Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down Mount Gilead.

  • Song 1:3-4
    2 verses
    75%

    3The fragrance of your perfume is pleasing; your name is like perfume poured out. No wonder the young women love you!

    4Take me away with you—let us run! The king has brought me into his chambers. We will rejoice and be glad in you; we will celebrate your love more than wine. Rightly do they love you.

  • Song 5:1-2
    2 verses
    75%

    1I have entered my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my spices. I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, friends, and drink; be intoxicated with love.

    2I was sleeping, but my heart was awake. I heard the sound of my beloved knocking: "Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my perfect one, for my head is drenched with dew and my hair with the dampness of the night."

  • Song 7:3
    74%

    3Your navel is a rounded bowl that never lacks mixed wine. Your belly is a heap of wheat encircled by lilies.

  • Song 5:8-9
    2 verses
    74%

    8I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, what will you tell him? Tell him that I am lovesick.

    9What makes your beloved better than another beloved, most beautiful among women? What makes your beloved better than another, that you should beg us so passionately?

  • Song 5:13
    73%

    13His cheeks are like a bed of spices, towers of scented herbs. His lips are lilies dripping with flowing myrrh.