Your people will offer themselves freely on the day you lead your host upon the holy mountains. From the womb of the morning like dew your youth will come to you.
Song of Solomon 1:16 - Revised Standard Version Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved, truly lovely. Our couch is green; Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, Yea, pleasant: Also our bed is green. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition [She cried] Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved [shepherd], yes, delightful! Our arbor and couch are green and leafy. American Standard Version (1901) Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: Also our couch is green. Common English Bible Look at you—so beautiful, my love! Yes, delightful! Yes, our bed is lush and green! Catholic Public Domain Version Bride to Chorus: While the king was taking his rest, my aromatic ointment sent forth its odor. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version The beams of our houses are of cedar, our rafters of cypress trees. |
Your people will offer themselves freely on the day you lead your host upon the holy mountains. From the womb of the morning like dew your youth will come to you.
You are the fairest of the sons of men; grace is poured upon your lips; therefore God has blessed you for ever.
Behold, you are beautiful, my love; behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are doves.
As an apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among young men. With great delight I sat in his shadow, and his fruit was sweet to my taste,
My beloved is like a gazelle, or a young stag. Behold, there he stands behind our wall, gazing in at the windows, looking through the lattice.
Behold, it is the litter of Solomon! About it are sixty mighty men of the mighty men of Israel,
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.”
I arose to open to my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, upon the handles of the bolt.
Yea, how good and how fair it shall be! Grain shall make the young men flourish, and new wine the maidens.