And Jerobo´am's wife arose, and departed, and came to Tirzah: and when she came to the threshold of the door, the child died;
Song of Solomon 6:4 - King James Version with Apocrypha - American Edition Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as an army with banners. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition [He said] You are as beautiful as Tirzah [capital of the northern kingdom's first king], my love, and as comely as Jerusalem, [but you are] as terrible as a bannered host! American Standard Version (1901) Thou art fair, O my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as an army with banners. Common English Bible You are as beautiful, my dearest, as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, formidable as those lofty sights. Catholic Public Domain Version Avert your eyes from me, for they have caused me fly away. Your hair is like a flock of goats, which have appeared out of Gilead. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version Turn away thy eyes from me, for they have made me flee away. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from Galaad. |
And Jerobo´am's wife arose, and departed, and came to Tirzah: and when she came to the threshold of the door, the child died;
And it came to pass, when Ba´asha heard thereof, that he left off building of Ramah, and dwelt in Tirzah.
In the third year of Asa king of Judah began Ba´asha the son of Ahi´jah to reign over all Israel in Tirzah, twenty and four years.
Beautiful for situation, the joy of the whole earth, is mount Zion, on the sides of the north, the city of the great King.
Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes.
I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
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.
I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?
All that pass by clap their hands at thee; they hiss and wag their head at the daughter of Jerusalem, saying, Is this the city that men call The perfection of beauty, The joy of the whole earth?
And in that day will I make Jerusalem a burdensome stone for all people: all that burden themselves with it shall be cut in pieces, though all the people of the earth be gathered together against it.
(for the weapons of our warfare are not carnal, but mighty through God to the pulling down of strongholds;)
that he might present it to himself a glorious church, not having spot, or wrinkle, or any such thing; but that it should be holy and without blemish.
And I John saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband.