Song of Songs 1:14
My welbeloued is as a cluster of camphire vnto me in the vines of Engedi.
My welbeloued is as a cluster of camphire vnto me in the vines of Engedi.
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12Whiles the King was at his repast, my spikenard gaue the smell thereof.
13My welbeloued is as a bundle of myrrhe vnto me: he shall lie betweene my breasts.
16My welbeloued is mine, and I am his: hee feedeth among the lilies,
17Vntil the day breake, and the shadowes flee away: returne, my welbeloued, and be like a roe, or a yong hart vpon the mountaines of Bether.
15My loue, beholde, thou art faire: beholde, thou art faire: thine eyes are like the doues.
16My welbeloued, beholde, thou art faire and pleasant: also our bed is greene:
10I am my welbeloueds, and his desire is toward mee.
11Come, my welbeloued, let vs go foorth into the fielde: let vs remaine in the villages.
12Let vs get vp early to the vines, let vs see if the vine florish, whether it hath budded the small grape, or whether the pomegranates florish: there will I giue thee my loue.
13The mandrakes haue giuen a smell, and in our gates are all sweete things, new and olde: my welbeloued, I haue kept them for thee.
1O the fairest among women, whither is thy welbeloued gone? whither is thy welbeloued turned aside, that we may seeke him with thee?
2My welbeloued is gone downe into his garden to the beds of spices, to feede in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3I am my welbeloueds, and my welbeloued is mine, who feedeth among the lilies.
4Thou art beautifull, my loue, as Tirzah, comely as Ierusale, terrible as an army with baners.
8It is the voyce of my welbeloued: beholde, hee commeth leaping by the mountaines, and skipping by the hilles.
9My welbeloued is like a roe, or a yong hart: loe, he standeth behinde our wall, looking forth of the windowes, shewing him selfe through the grates.
10My welbeloued spake and said vnto me, Arise, my loue, my faire one, and come thy way.
1I am the rose of the fielde, and the lilie of the valleys.
2Like a lilie amog the thornes, so is my loue among the daughters.
3Like the apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my welbeloued among the sonnes of men: vnder his shadow had I delite, & sate downe: and his fruite was sweete vnto my mouth.
4Hee brought mee into the wine cellar, and loue was his banner ouer me.
6Howe faire art thou, and howe pleasant art thou, O my loue, in pleasures!
7This thy stature is like a palme tree, and thy brestes like clusters.
6Vntill the day breake, and the shadowes flie away, I wil go into the mountaine of myrrhe and to the mountaine of incense.
7Thou art all faire, my loue, and there is no spot in thee.
8Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, euen with me from Lebanon, and looke from the toppe of Amanah, from the toppe of Shenir and Hermon, from the dennes of the lyons, and from the mountaines of the leopards.
9My sister, my spouse, thou hast wounded mine heart: thou hast wounded mine heart with one of thine eyes, and with a chaine of thy necke.
10My sister, my spouse, how faire is thy loue? howe much better is thy loue then wine? and the sauour of thine oyntments then all spices?
11Thy lippes, my spouse, droppe as honie combes: honie and milke are vnder thy tongue, and the sauoure of thy garments is as the sauoure of Lebanon.
12My sister my spouse is as a garden inclosed, as a spring shut vp, and a fountaine sealed vp.
13Thy plantes are as an orchard of pomegranates with sweete fruites, as camphire, spikenarde,
1I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I gathered my myrrhe with my spice: I ate mine hony combe with mine hony, I dranke my wine with my milke: eate, O friends, drinke, and make you mery, O welbeloued.
2I sleepe, but mine heart waketh, it is the voyce of my welbeloued that knocketh, saying, Open vnto mee, my sister, my loue, my doue, my vndefiled: for mine head is full of dewe, and my lockes with the droppes of the night.
14O my welbeloued, flee away, and be like vnto the roe, or to the yong harte vpon ye mountaines of spices.
9O the fairest among women, what is thy welbeloued more then other welbeloued? what is thy welbeloued more then another louer, that thou doest so charge vs?
10My welbeloued is white and ruddie, the chiefest of ten thousand.
15O fountaine of the gardens, O well of liuing waters, and the springs of Lebanon.
16Arise, O North, and come O South, and blowe on my garden that the spices thereof may flow out: let my welbeloued come to his garden, and eate his pleasant fruite.
13The figtree hath brought foorth her yong figges: and the vines with their small grapes haue cast a sauour: arise my loue, my faire one, and come away.
14My doue, that art in the holes of ye rocke, in the secret places of the staires, shewe mee thy sight, let mee heare thy voyce: for thy voyce is sweete, and thy sight comely.
1Beholde, thou art faire, my loue: behold, thou art faire: thine eyes are like the doues: among thy lockes thine heare is like the flocke of goates, which looke downe from the mountaine of Gilead.
16His mouth is as sweete thinges, and hee is wholy delectable: this is my welbeloued, and this is my louer, O daughters of Ierusalem.
2Let him kisse me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy loue is better then wine.
3Because of the sauour of thy good ointments thy name is as an ointment powred out: therefore the virgins loue thee.
4Drawe me: we will runne after thee: the King hath brought me into his chabers: we will reioyce and be glad in thee: we will remember thy loue more then wine: the righteous do loue thee.
7Shewe me, O thou, whome my soule loueth, where thou feedest, where thou liest at noone: for why should I be as she that turneth aside to the flockes of thy companions?
6Who is shee that commeth vp out of the wildernes like pillars of smoke perfumed with myrrhe and incense, and with all the spices of the marchant?
9I haue compared thee, O my loue, to the troupe of horses in the charets of Pharaoh.
1Nowe will I sing to my beloued a song of my beloued to his vineyarde, My beloued had a vineyarde in a very fruitefull hill,
13His cheekes are as a bedde of spices, and as sweete flowres, and his lippes like lilies dropping downe pure myrrhe.