One thing have I asked of the Lord, that will I seek after; that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the Lord, and to inquire in his temple.
Song of Solomon 5:13 - Revised Standard Version CI His cheeks are like beds of spices, yielding fragrance. His lips are lilies, distilling liquid myrrh. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: His lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition His cheeks are like a bed of spices or balsam, like banks of sweet herbs yielding fragrance. His lips are like bloodred anemones or lilies distilling liquid [sweet-scented] myrrh. American Standard Version (1901) His cheeks are as a bed of spices, As banks of sweet herbs: His lips are as lilies, dropping liquid myrrh. Common English Bible His cheeks are like fragrant plantings, towers of spices. His lips are lilies dripping liquid myrrh. Catholic Public Domain Version His head is like the finest gold. His locks are like the heights of palm trees, and as black as a raven. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version His cheeks are as beds of aromatical spices set by the perfumers. His lips are as lilies dropping choice myrrh. |
One thing have I asked of the Lord, that will I seek after; that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the Lord, and to inquire in his temple.
You are the fairest of the sons of men; grace is poured upon your lips; therefore God has blessed you for ever.
Gird your sword upon your thigh, O mighty one, in your glory and majesty!
Blessed are the people who know the festal shout, who walk, O Lord, in the light of thy countenance,
Your cheeks are comely with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved, truly lovely. Our couch is green;
What is that coming up from the wilderness, like a column of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all the fragrant powders of the merchant?
Your lips distil nectar, my bride; honey and milk are under your tongue; the scent of your garments is like the scent of Lebanon.
I arose to open to my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, upon the handles of the bolt.
My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
The Lord God has given me the tongue of those who are taught, that I may know how to sustain with a word him that is weary. Morning by morning he wakens, he wakens my ear to hear as those who are taught.
I gave my back to the smiters, and my cheeks to those who pulled out the beard; I hid not my face from shame and spitting.
And all spoke well of him, and wondered at the gracious words which proceeded out of his mouth; and they said, “Is not this Joseph's son?”
And the city has no need of sun or moon to shine upon it, for the glory of God is its light, and its lamp is the Lamb.