Then Jeroboam's wife arose, and departed, and came to Tirzah. And as she came to the threshold of the house, the child died.
Song of Solomon 6:4 - Revised Standard Version CI You are beautiful as Tirzah, my love, 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. |
Then Jeroboam's wife arose, and departed, and came to Tirzah. And as she came to the threshold of the house, the child died.
And when Baasha heard of it, he stopped building Ramah, and he dwelt in Tirzah.
In the third year of Asa king of Judah, Baasha the son of Ahijah began to reign over all Israel at Tirzah, and he reigned twenty-four years.
beautiful in elevation, is the joy of all the earth, Mount Zion, in the far north, the city of the great King.
Behold, you are beautiful, my love; behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are doves.
I am very dark, but comely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice, for your voice is sweet, and your face is comely.
I slept, but my heart was awake. Hark! my beloved is knocking. “Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one; for my head is wet with dew, my locks with the drops of the night.”
“Who is this that looks forth like the dawn, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as an army with banners?”
All who pass along the way clap their hands at you; they hiss and wag their heads at the daughter of Jerusalem; “Is this the city which was called the perfection of beauty, the joy of all the earth?”
On that day I will make Jerusalem a heavy stone for all the peoples; all who lift it shall grievously hurt themselves. And all the nations of the earth will come together against it.
for the weapons of our warfare are not worldly but have divine power to destroy strongholds.
that he might present the church to himself in splendor, without spot or wrinkle or any such thing, that she might be holy and without blemish.
And I saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband;