Thy people offer themselves willingly in the day of thy power: In the beauties of holiness, from the womb of the morning, Thou hast the dew of thy youth.
Song of Solomon 1:16 - Revised Version with Apocrypha 1895 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: Also 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. |
Thy people offer themselves willingly in the day of thy power: In the beauties of holiness, from the womb of the morning, Thou hast the dew of thy youth.
Thou art fairer than the children of men; Grace is poured into thy lips: Therefore God hath blessed thee for ever.
Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are as doves.
As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, So is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, And his fruit was sweet to my taste.
My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: Behold, he standeth behind our wall, He looketh in at the windows, He sheweth himself through the lattice.
Behold, it is the litter of Solomon; Threescore mighty men are about it, Of the mighty men of Israel.
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.
I rose up to open to my beloved; And my hands dropped with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the bolt.
For how great is his goodness, and how great is his beauty! corn shall make the young men flourish, and new wine the maids.