Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: Also our couch is green.
Song of Solomon 1:15 - Revised Version with Apocrypha 1895 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are as doves. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold, thou art fair; Thou hast doves' eyes. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition Behold, you are beautiful, my love! Behold, you are beautiful! You have doves' eyes. American Standard Version (1901) Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold thou art fair; Thine eyes are as doves. Common English Bible Look at you—so beautiful, my dearest! Look at you—so beautiful! Your eyes are doves! Catholic Public Domain Version Chorus to Bride: We will fashion for you chains of gold, accented with reddened silver. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version Behold thou art fair, my beloved, and comely. Our bed is flourishing. |
Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: Also our couch is green.
If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents.
My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
The fig tree ripeneth her green figs, And the vines are in blossom, They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are as doves behind thy veil: Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of mount Gilead.
How fair is thy love, my sister, my bride! How much better is thy love than wine! And the smell of thine ointments than all manner of spices!
His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks; Washed with milk, and fitly set.
I was asleep, but my heart waked: 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, 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, Terrible as an army with banners?
Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as an army with banners.
This thy stature is like to a palm tree, And thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
Yet ye say, Wherefore? Because the LORD hath been witness between thee and the wife of thy youth, against whom thou hast dealt treacherously, though she is thy companion, and the wife of thy covenant.