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Song of Solomon 1:15 - Revised Standard Version

15 Behold, you are beautiful, my love; behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are doves.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

15 Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold, thou art fair; Thou hast doves' eyes.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

15 Behold, you are beautiful, my love! Behold, you are beautiful! You have doves' eyes.

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American Standard Version (1901)

15 Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold thou art fair; Thine eyes are as doves.

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Common English Bible

15 Look at you—so beautiful, my dearest! Look at you—so beautiful! Your eyes are doves!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

15 Chorus to Bride: We will fashion for you chains of gold, accented with reddened silver.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

15 Behold thou art fair, my beloved, and comely. Our bed is flourishing.

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Song of Solomon 1:15
17 Tagairtí Cros  

Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved, truly lovely. Our couch is green;


If you do not know, O fairest among women, follow in the tracks of the flock, and pasture your kids beside the shepherds' tents.


I compare you, my love, to a mare of Pharaoh's chariots.


My beloved speaks and says to me: “Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away;


The fig tree puts forth its figs, and the vines are in blossom; they give forth fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.


Behold, you are beautiful, my love, behold, you are beautiful! Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats, moving down the slopes of Gilead.


How sweet is your love, my sister, my bride! how much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your oils than any spice!


You are all fair, my love; there is no flaw in you.


His eyes are like doves beside springs of water, bathed in milk, fitly set.


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?”


You are beautiful as Tirzah, my love, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.


How fair and pleasant you are, O loved one, delectable maiden!


You are stately as a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters.


You ask, “Why does he not?” Because the Lord was witness to the covenant between you and the wife of your youth, to whom you have been faithless, though she is your companion and your wife by covenant.


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