Song of Songs 3:1
By night on my bed, I sought him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I didn't find him.
By night on my bed, I sought him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I didn't find him.
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2I will get up now, and go about the city; In the streets and in the squares I will seek him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I didn't find him.
3The watchmen who go about the city found me; "Have you seen him whom my soul loves?"
4I had scarcely passed from them, When I found him whom my soul loves. I held him, and would not let him go, Until I had brought him into my mother's house, Into the chamber of her who conceived me.
5I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes, or by the hinds of the field, That you not stir up, nor awaken love, Until it so desires.
6Who is this who comes up from the wilderness like pillars of smoke, Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, With all spices of the merchant?
6I opened to my beloved; But my beloved left; gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I didn't find him. I called him, but he didn't answer.
7The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.
8I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, That you tell him that I am faint with love. Friends
9How is your beloved better than another beloved, You fairest among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, That you do so adjure us? Beloved
1Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you? Beloved
2My beloved has gone down to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine. He browses among the lilies,
15Therefore I came out to meet you, To diligently seek your face, And I have found you.
2I was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My hair with the dampness of the night.
3I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must I put it on? I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?
7Tell me, you whom my soul loves, Where you graze your flock, Where you rest them at noon; For why should I be as one who is veiled Beside the flocks of your companions? Lover
2In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord. My hand was stretched out in the night, and didn't get tired. My soul refused to be comforted.
13My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh, That lies between my breasts.
14My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms From the vineyards of En Gedi. Lover
6When I remember you on my bed, And think about you in the night watches.
10I am my beloved's. His desire is toward me.
11Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field. Let us lodge in the villages.
12Let's go early up to the vineyards. Let's see whether the vine has budded, Its blossom is open, And the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.
9My beloved is like a roe or a young hart. Behold, he stands behind our wall! He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice.
10My beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
9With my soul have I desired you in the night; yes, with my spirit within me will I seek you earnestly: for when your judgments are in the earth, the inhabitants of the world learn righteousness.
28which my soul still seeks; but I have not found: one man among a thousand have I found; but a woman among all those have I not found.
6Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, To the hill of frankincense.
3"Surely I will not come into the structure of my house, Nor go up into my bed;
4I will not give sleep to my eyes, Or slumber to my eyelids;
3His left hand would be under my head. His right hand would embrace me.
4I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, That you not stir up, nor awaken love, Until it so desires. Friends
1> God, you are my God. I will earnestly seek you. My soul thirsts for you, My flesh longs for you, In a dry and weary land, where there is no water.
6His left hand is under my head. His right hand embraces me.
6I remember my song in the night. I consider in my own heart; My spirit diligently inquires:
17I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.
18Come, let's take our fill of loving until the morning. Let's solace ourselves with loving.
6I am weary with my groaning; Every night I flood my bed; I drench my couch with my tears.
1Oh that you were like my brother, Who sucked the breasts of my mother! If I found you outside, I would kiss you; Yes, and no one would despise me.
17Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, Turn, my beloved, And be like a roe or a young hart on the mountains of Bether.
8Passing through the street near her corner, He went the way to her house,
9In the twilight, in the evening of the day, In the middle of the night and in the darkness.
26On this I awakened, and saw; and my sleep was sweet to me.
17I love those who love me. Those who seek me diligently will find me.
3Oh that I knew where I might find him! That I might come even to his seat!
8When you said, "Seek my face," My heart said to you, "I will seek your face, Yahweh."
4Take me away with you. Let us hurry. The king has brought me into his chambers. Friends We will be glad and rejoice in you. We will praise your love more than wine! Beloved They are right to love you.
4He brought me to the banquet hall. His banner over me is love.
10With my whole heart, I have sought you. Don't let me wander from your commandments.
17In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the pains that gnaw me take no rest.