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I have compared
thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh’s
chariots.
We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.
We will make you ornaments of gold,
studded with beads of silver.
While
the king sitteth at his table, my
spikenard sendeth forth
the smell
thereof.
My beloved is unto me as a
cluster of
camphire in
the vineyards of En-gedi.
My beloved is to me a
cluster of
henna blossoms in
the vineyards of En-gedi.
Behold, thou art fair, my beloved,
yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.
How handsome you are, my beloved! Oh, how delightful! The soft grass is our bed.
The beams of our house are
cedar, and our rafters of
fir.
The beams of our house are cedars; our rafters are
fragrant firs.
I am
the rose of
Sharon, and
the lily of
the valleys.
As
the lily among thorns, so is my love among
the daughters.
Like a
lily among
the thorns is my
darling among
the maidens.
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.
Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest is my beloved among the young men. I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.
He has brought me to
the house of wine, and his
banner over me is love.
I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by
the roes, and by
the hinds of
the field, that ye
stir not up, nor
awake my love, till he please.
O daughters of Jerusalem, I
adjure you by
the gazelles and does of
the field: Do not
arouse or
awaken love until
the time is right.
The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh
leaping upon
the mountains,
skipping upon
the hills.
Listen! My beloved approaches. Look! Here he comes,
leaping across
the mountains, bounding over
the hills.
My beloved is like a
roe or a young
hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at
the windows,
shewing himself through
the lattice.
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
For now the winter is past; the rain is over and gone.
The flowers appear on
the earth;
the time of
the singing of birds is come, and
the voice of
the turtle is heard in our land;
The flowers have appeared in
the countryside;
the season of singing has come, and
the cooing of turtledoves is heard in our land.
The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and
the vines with
the tender
grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
The fig tree ripens its figs;
the blossoming vines spread
their fragrance. Arise, come away, my
darling; come away with me, my beautiful one.”
O my
dove, that art in
the clefts of
the rock, in
the secret places of
the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
O my
dove in
the clefts of
the rock, in
the crevices of
the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your countenance is lovely.
Take us
the foxes,
the little foxes, that
spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
Catch for us
the foxes—
the little foxes that ruin
the vineyards— for our vineyards are in
bloom.
My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among
the lilies.
My beloved is mine and I am his; he pastures his flock among
the lilies.
Until
the day break, and
the shadows
flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a
roe or a young
hart upon
the mountains of Bether.
Before
the day breaks and shadows
flee, turn, my beloved, and be like a
gazelle or a young
stag on
the mountains of Bether.
By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
On my bed at night I sought the one I love; I sought him, but did not find him.
I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
I will arise now and go about the city, through the streets and squares. I will seek the one I love. So I sought him but did not find him.
The watchmen that go about
the city found me: to whom I said, Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?
It was but a little that I passed from them, but I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother’s house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me.
I had just passed them when I found the one I love. I held him and would not let go until I had brought him to my mother’s house, to the chamber of the one who conceived me.
I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by
the roes, and by
the hinds of
the field, that ye
stir not up, nor
awake my love, till he please.
O daughters of Jerusalem, I
adjure you by
the gazelles and does of
the field: Do not
arouse or
awaken love until
the time is right.
Who is this that cometh out of
the wilderness like pillars of smoke,
perfumed with
myrrh and
frankincense, with all powders of
the merchant?
Who is this coming up from
the wilderness like a column of smoke,
scented with
myrrh and
frankincense from all
the spices of
the merchant?
Behold, it is Solomon’s carriage,
escorted by sixty of
the mightiest men of Israel.
They all hold swords, being
expert in war: every man hath his sword upon his
thigh because of fear in
the night.
All are skilled with the sword, experienced in warfare. Each has his sword at his side prepared for the terror of the night.
King Solomon has made his carriage out of
the timber of
Lebanon.
He made
the pillars
thereof of silver,
the bottom
thereof of gold,
the covering of it of purple,
the midst
thereof being
paved with love, for
the daughters of Jerusalem.
He has made its posts of silver, its base of gold, its seat of purple
fabric. Its interior is inlaid with love by
the daughters of Jerusalem.
Go forth, O ye daughters of
Zion, and behold king Solomon with
the crown
wherewith his mother crowned him in
the day of his
espousals, and in
the day of
the gladness of his heart.
Come out, O daughters of
Zion, and
gaze at King Solomon, wearing
the crown his mother bestowed on
the day of his
wedding—
the day of his heart’s
rejoicing.
Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even
shorn, which came up from
the washing;
whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among
them.
Your teeth are like a flock of newly
shorn sheep coming up from
the washing; each has its
twin, and not one of
them is lost.
Thy neck is like
the tower of David builded for an armoury,
whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
Your neck is like
the tower of David, built with rows of stones; on it
hang a thousand shields, all of
them shields of warriors.
Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among
the lilies.
Until
the day break, and
the shadows
flee away, I will get me to
the mountain of
myrrh, and to
the hill of
frankincense.
Before
the day breaks and
the shadows
flee, I will make my way to
the mountain of
myrrh and to
the hill of
frankincense.
Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.
You are altogether beautiful, my
darling; in you
there is no
flaw.
Come with me from
Lebanon, my
spouse, with me from
Lebanon: look from
the top of Amana, from
the top of Shenir and
Hermon, from
the lions’ dens, from
the mountains of
the leopards.
Come with me from
Lebanon, my
bride, come with me from
Lebanon! Descend from
the peak of Amana, from
the summits of Senir and
Hermon, from
the dens of
the lions, from
the mountains of
the leopards.
How fair is thy love, my sister, my
spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and
the smell of thine ointments than all spices!
How delightful is your love, my sister, my
bride! Your love is much better than wine, and
the fragrance of your
perfume than all spices.
Thy lips, O my
spouse, drop as
the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and
the smell of thy garments is like
the smell of
Lebanon.
Your branches are an
orchard of pomegranates with
the choicest of fruits, with
henna and
nard,
Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that
the spices
thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.
Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind.
Breathe on my garden and spread
the fragrance of its spices. Let my beloved come into his garden and taste its choicest fruits.
I sleep, but my heart waketh: 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, and my locks with
the drops of
the night.
I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I
defile them?
I have taken off my
robe— must I put it back on? I have washed my feet— must I soil
them again?
My beloved put in his hand by
the hole of
the door, and my
bowels were moved for him.
My beloved put his hand to
the latch; my heart pounded for him.
I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with
myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling
myrrh, upon
the handles of
the lock.
I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands
dripped with
myrrh, my fingers with flowing
myrrh on
the handles of
the bolt.
The watchmen that went about
the city found me,
they smote me,
they wounded me;
the keepers of
the walls took away my
veil from me.
My beloved is white and
ruddy,
the chiefest among ten thousand.
My beloved is
dazzling and
ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.
His head is as
the most fine gold, his locks are
bushy, and black as a
raven.
His head is purest gold; his hair is
wavy and black as a
raven.
His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
His eyes are like doves beside the streams of water, bathed in milk and mounted like jewels.
His hands are as gold rings set with
the beryl: his
belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
His arms are rods of gold set with
beryl. His body is an ivory
panel bedecked with sapphires.
His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as
Lebanon, excellent as
the cedars.
His legs are pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. His appearance is like
Lebanon, as
majestic as
the cedars.
Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women?
whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with
thee.
Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Which way has he turned? We will seek him with you.
My beloved is gone down into his garden, to
the beds of spices, to feed in
the gardens, and to gather
lilies.
My beloved has gone down to his garden, to
the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in
the gardens and to gather
lilies.
I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among
the lilies.
I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me; he pastures his flock among
the lilies.
Turn away thine eyes from me, for
they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from
Gilead.
Turn your eyes away from me, for
they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down from
Gilead.
Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from
the washing,
whereof every one beareth twins, and
there is not one barren among
them.
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from
the washing; each has its
twin, and not one of
them is lost.
There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number,
My
dove, my
undefiled is but one; she is
the only one of her mother, she is
the choice one of her that bare her.
The daughters saw her, and blessed her;
yea,
the queens and
the concubines, and
they praised her.
but my
dove, my perfect one, is unique,
the favorite of
the mother who bore her.
The maidens see her and call her blessed;
the queens and concubines sing her praises.
Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?
Who is this who shines like
the dawn, as fair as
the moon, as bright as
the sun, as
majestic as
the stars in
procession?
I went down into
the garden of nuts to see
the fruits of
the valley, and to see whether
the vine flourished, and
the pomegranates
budded.
I went down to
the walnut grove to see
the blossoms of
the valley, to see if
the vines were
budding or
the pomegranates were in
bloom.
Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like
the chariots of Amminadib.
Before I realized it, my desire had set me among
the royal
chariots of my people.
Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.
Come back, come back, O Shulammite! Come back, come back, that we may
gaze upon you. Why do you look at
the Shulammite, as on
the dance of
Mahanaim?
How beautiful are thy feet with
shoes, O prince’s daughter!
the joints of thy thighs are like jewels,
the work of
the hands of a
cunning workman.
How beautiful are your
sandaled feet, O daughter of
the prince!
The curves of your thighs are like jewels,
the handiwork of a master.
Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like
the fishpools in
Heshbon, by
the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose is as
the tower of
Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
Your neck is like a tower made of ivory; your eyes are like
the pools of
Heshbon by
the gate of Bath-rabbim; your nose is like
the tower of
Lebanon, facing toward Damascus.
Thine head upon
thee is like
Carmel, and
the hair of thine head like purple;
the king is held in
the galleries.
Your head crowns you like Mount
Carmel,
the hair of your head like purple threads;
the king is captured in your tresses.
I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
I said, “I will
climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit.” May your breasts be like clusters of
the vine,
the fragrance of your breath like apples,
And
the roof of thy mouth like
the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing
the lips of those that are
asleep to speak.
and your mouth like
the finest wine. May it flow smoothly to my beloved,
gliding gently over lips and teeth.
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into
the field; let us
lodge in
the villages.
Come, my beloved, let us go to
the countryside; let us
spend the night among
the wildflowers.
Let us get up early to
the vineyards; let us see if
the vine
flourish, whether
the tender
grape appear, and
the pomegranates
bud forth:
there will I give
thee my loves.
Let us go early to
the vineyards to see if
the vine has
budded, if
the blossom has opened, if
the pomegranates are in
bloom—
there I will give you my love.
The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
The mandrakes send forth a
fragrance, and at our door is every delicacy, new as well as old, that I have
treasured up for you, my beloved.
O that thou
wert as my brother, that
sucked the breasts of my mother! when I should find
thee without, I would
kiss thee;
yea, I should not be
despised.
O that you were to me like a brother who
nursed at my mother’s breasts! If I found you outdoors, I would
kiss you, and no one would
despise me.
I would lead
thee, and bring
thee into my mother’s house, who would
instruct me: I would cause
thee to drink of
spiced wine of
the juice of my
pomegranate.
I would lead you and bring you to
the house of my mother who taught me. I would give you
spiced wine to drink,
the nectar of my pomegranates.
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye
stir not up, nor
awake my love, until he please.
O daughters of Jerusalem, I
adjure you: Do not
arouse or
awaken love until
the time is right.
Who is this that cometh up from
the wilderness,
leaning upon her beloved? I raised
thee up under
the apple tree:
there thy mother brought
thee forth:
there she brought
thee forth that bare
thee.
Who is this coming up from
the wilderness,
leaning on her beloved? I
roused you under
the apple tree;
there your mother conceived you;
there she
travailed and brought you forth.
Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as
the grave:
the coals
thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most
vehement flame.
Set me as a seal over your heart, as a seal upon your arm. For love is as strong as death, its jealousy as
unrelenting as
Sheol. Its sparks are
fiery flames,
the fiercest
blaze of all.
Many waters cannot
quench love, neither can
the floods
drown it: if a man would give all
the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be
contemned.
Mighty waters cannot
quench love; rivers cannot
sweep it away. If a man were to give all
the wealth of his house for love, his offer would be utterly
scorned.
We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts: what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?
We have a little sister, and her breasts are not yet grown. What shall we do for our sister on the day she is spoken for?
I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favour.
I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. So I have become in his eyes like one who brings peace.
Solomon had a
vineyard at
Baal-
hamon; he let out
the vineyard unto keepers; every one for
the fruit
thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.
Solomon had a
vineyard in
Baal-
hamon. He
leased it to
the tenants. For its fruit, each was to bring a thousand shekels of silver.
My
vineyard, which is mine, is before me: thou, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that keep
the fruit
thereof two hundred.
But my own
vineyard is mine to give;
the thousand shekels are for you, O Solomon, and two hundred are for those who tend its fruit.
Thou that dwellest in
the gardens,
the companions
hearken to thy voice: cause me to hear it.
You who dwell in
the gardens, my companions are
listening for your voice. Let me hear it!
Make
haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a
roe or to a young
hart upon
the mountains of spices.
Come away, my beloved, and be like a
gazelle or a young
stag on
the mountains of spices.
The vision of Isaiah
the son of Amoz, which he saw concerning Judah and Jerusalem in
the days of Uzziah, Jotham,
Ahaz, and
Hezekiah, kings of Judah.
This is
the vision concerning Judah and Jerusalem that Isaiah son of Amoz saw during
the reigns of Uzziah, Jotham,
Ahaz, and
Hezekiah, kings of Judah.
Hear, O heavens, and give ear, O earth: for
the LORD hath spoken, I have
nourished and brought up children, and
they have rebelled against me.
Listen, O heavens, and give ear, O earth, for
the LORD has spoken: “I have raised children and brought
them up, but
they have rebelled against Me.
The ox knoweth his owner, and
the ass his master’s
crib: but Israel
doth not know, my people
doth not consider.
The ox knows its owner, and
the donkey its master’s
manger, but Israel does not know; My people do not understand.”
Ah sinful nation, a people
laden with iniquity, a seed of evildoers, children that are corrupters:
they have
forsaken the LORD,
they have
provoked the Holy One of Israel unto anger,
they are gone away backward.
Alas, O sinful nation, a people
laden with iniquity, a
brood of evildoers, children of
depravity!
They have
forsaken the LORD;
they have
despised the Holy One of Israel and turned
their backs on Him.
Why should ye be
stricken any more? ye will revolt more and more:
the whole head is sick, and
the whole heart
faint.
Why do you want more beatings? Why do you keep rebelling? Your head has a massive wound, and your whole heart is
afflicted.
From
the sole of
the foot even unto
the head
there is no soundness in it; but wounds, and bruises, and putrifying sores:
they have not been closed, neither bound up, neither
mollified with
ointment.
From
the sole of your foot to
the top of your head,
there is no soundness— only wounds and welts and
festering sores neither
cleansed nor
bandaged nor
soothed with oil.
Except
the LORD of hosts had left unto us a very small
remnant, we should have been as
Sodom, and we should have been like unto
Gomorrah.
Unless
the LORD of Hosts had left us a few survivors, we would have become like
Sodom, we would have resembled
Gomorrah.
Hear
the word of
the LORD, ye rulers of
Sodom; give ear unto
the law of our God, ye people of
Gomorrah.
Hear
the word of
the LORD, you rulers of
Sodom;
listen to
the instruction of our God, you people of
Gomorrah!
To what purpose is the multitude of your sacrifices unto me? saith the LORD: I am full of the burnt offerings of rams, and the fat of fed beasts; and I delight not in the blood of bullocks, or of lambs, or of he goats.
“What good to Me is your multitude of sacrifices?” says the LORD. “I am full from the burnt offerings of rams and the fat of well-fed cattle; I take no delight in the blood of bulls and lambs and goats.
Bring no more vain oblations; incense is an
abomination unto me;
the new moons and sabbaths,
the calling of
assemblies, I cannot away with; it is iniquity, even
the solemn meeting.
Bring your worthless offerings no more; your incense is
detestable to Me— your New Moons, Sabbaths, and convocations. I cannot
endure iniquity in a solemn assembly.
Your new moons and your appointed feasts my soul hateth:
they are a trouble unto me; I am
weary to bear
them.
I
hate your New Moons and your appointed feasts.
They have become a burden to Me; I am
weary of bearing
them.
Wash you, make you clean; put away the evil of your doings from before mine eyes; cease to do evil;
Learn to do right; seek justice and correct
the oppressor. Defend
the fatherless and
plead the case of
the widow.”
Come now, and let us reason together, saith
the LORD: though your sins be as scarlet,
they shall be as white as snow; though
they be red like
crimson,
they shall be as wool.
“Come now, let us reason together,” says
the LORD. “Though your sins are like scarlet,
they will be as white as snow; though
they are as red as
crimson,
they will become like wool.
If ye be willing and
obedient, ye shall eat
the good of
the land:
If you are willing and
obedient, you will eat
the best of
the land.
