Most Popular Bible Verses in Song of Solomon
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a lily
For your
so is my love among the young men.
I delight to sit in his shade,
and his fruit is sweet to my taste.
and he looked on me with love.
your name is perfume poured out.
No wonder young women
the rain has ended and gone away.
twins of a gazelle,
refresh me with apricots,
for I am lovesick.
Oh, that the king would bring
we will praise your love more than wine.
but my love had turned and gone away.
I was crushed
I sought him, but did not find him.
I called him, but he did not answer.
I am dark like the tents of Kedar,
yet lovely
most beautiful of women,
follow
and pasture your young goats
near the shepherds’ tents.
The time of singing
and the turtledove’s cooing is heard in our land.
for the sun has gazed on me.
My mother’s sons were angry with me;
they made me a keeper of the vineyards.
I have not kept my own vineyard.
and his right arm embraces me.
Look! Here he comes,
leaping over the mountains,
bounding over the hills.
when I found the one I love.
I held on to him and would not let him go
until I brought him to my mother’s house
to the chamber of the one who conceived me.
we will build a silver parapet on it.
If she is a door,
we will enclose it with cedar planks.
so is my darling among the young women.
your brow
Where do you pasture your sheep?
Where do you let them rest at noon?
Why should I be like one who veils herself
beside the flocks of your companions?
and take hold of its fruit.”
May your breasts be like clusters of grapes,
and the fragrance of your breath like apricots.
the little foxes that ruin the vineyards—
for our vineyards are in bloom.
accented with silver.
to a
he feeds among the lilies.
your neck with its necklace.
my perfume
the blossoming vines give off their fragrance.
Arise, my darling.
Come away, my beautiful one.
and our rafters are cypresses.
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spending the night between my breasts.
in the vineyards of En-gedi.
Come away, my beautiful one.
or a young stag.
Look, he is standing behind our wall,
gazing through the windows,
peering through the lattice.
and my breasts like towers.
So in his eyes I have become
like one who finds peace.
and the shadows flee,
I will make my way to the mountain of myrrh
and the hill of frankincense.
if you find my love,
tell him that I am lovesick.
They beat and wounded me;
they took my cloak
the guardians of the walls.
and 80 concubines
and young women
by the gazelles and the wild does of the field:
do not stir up or awaken love
until the appropriate time.
How delightful!
Our bed is lush with foliage;
How very beautiful!
Your eyes are doves.
by the gazelles and the wild does of the field:
do not stir up or awaken love
until the appropriate time.
with me from Lebanon!
Descend from the peak of Amana,
from the summit of Senir and Hermon,
from the dens of the lions,
from the mountains of the leopards.
gliding past my lips and teeth!
and the shadows flee,
turn to me, my love, and be like a gazelle
or a young stag
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notable among ten thousand.
The 1,000 are for you, Solomon,
but 200 for those who guard its fruits.
in the crevices of the cliff,
let me see your face,
let me hear your voice;
for your voice is sweet,
and your face is lovely.
she is the favorite of her mother,
perfect to the one who gave her birth.
Women see her and declare her fortunate;
queens and concubines also, and they sing her praises:
and be like a gazelle
or a young stag
on the mountains of spices.
companions
let me hear you!
let’s see if the vine has budded,
if the blossom has opened,
if the pomegranates are in bloom.
There I will give you my love.
with no imperfection in you.
and at our doors is every delicacy—
new as well as old.
I have treasured them up for you, my love.
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Come back, come back, that we may look at you!
as you look at the dance
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He leased the vineyard to tenants.
Each was to bring for his fruit
1,000 pieces of silver.
I gather
I eat my honeycomb with my honey.
I drink my wine with my milk.
Drink, be intoxicated with love!
as a seal on your arm.
For love is as strong as death;
ardent love is as unrelenting as Sheol.
Love’s flames are fiery flames
the fiercest of all.
most beautiful of women?
What makes him better than another,
that you would give us this charge?
like columns of smoke,
scented with myrrh and frankincense
from every fragrant powder of the merchant?
He is absolutely desirable.
This is my love, and this is my friend,
young women of Jerusalem.
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You have captured my heart with one glance of your eyes,
with one jewel of your necklace.
and his desire
let’s go to the field;
let’s spend the night among the henna blossoms.
Your love is much better than wine,
and the fragrance of your perfume than any balsam.
as beautiful as the moon,
bright as the sun,
awe-inspiring as an army with banners?
A sound! My love is knocking!
my dove, my perfect one.
For my head is drenched with dew,
my hair with droplets of the night.
How very beautiful!
Behind your veil,
your eyes are doves.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
streaming down Mount Gilead.
surrounded by 60 warriors
from the mighty of Israel.
His hair is wavy
and black as a raven.
a locked garden
with all the trees of frankincense,
myrrh and aloes,
with all the best spices.
with choicest fruits,
henna with nard—
rivers cannot sweep it away.
If a man were to give all his wealth
it would be utterly scorned.
and trained in warfare.
Each has his sword at his side
to guard against the terror of the night.
to see the blossoms of the valley,
to see if the vines were budding
and the pomegranates blooming.
set
His body
covered with sapphires.
I sought the one I love;
I sought him, but did not find him.
towers of
His lips are lilies,
dripping with flowing myrrh.
leaning on the one she loves?
There your mother conceived you;
there she conceived and gave you birth.
my desire put me
among the chariots of my noble people.
Honey and milk
The fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
most beautiful of women?
Which way has he
We will seek him with you.
he feeds among the lilies.
set on pedestals of pure gold.
His presence is like Lebanon,
as majestic as the cedars.
beside streams of water,
washed in milk
and set like jewels.
come, south wind.
Blow on my garden,
and spread the fragrance of its spices.
Let my love come to his garden
and eat its choicest fruits.
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to the house of my mother
I would give you spiced wine to drink
from my pomegranate juice.
The curves of your thighs are like jewelry,
the handiwork of a master.
one who nursed at my mother’s breasts,
I would find you in public and kiss you,
and no one would scorn me.
a well of flowing water
streaming from Lebanon.
with wood from Lebanon.
constructed in layers.
A thousand bucklers are hung on it—
all of them shields of warriors.
and gaze at King Solomon,
wearing the crown his mother placed on him
the day of his wedding
the day of his heart’s rejoicing.
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lovely as Jerusalem,
awe-inspiring as an army with banners.
How can I put it back on?
I have washed my feet.
How can I get them dirty?
its back
and its seat of purple.
Its interior is inlaid with love
by the young women of Jerusalem.
she has no breasts.
What will we do for our sister
on the day she is spoken for?
do not stir up or awaken love
until the appropriate time.
my love, with such delights!
and his right arm embraces me.
My hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with flowing myrrh
on the handles of the bolt.
and my feelings were stirred for him.
for they captivate me.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
streaming down from Gilead.
to beds of spice,
to feed in the gardens
and gather lilies.
coming up from washing,
each one having a twin,
and not one missing.
your eyes like pools in Heshbon
by the gate of Bath-rabbim.
Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon
looking toward Damascus.
and your mouth
Behind your veil,
your brow
it never lacks mixed wine.
Your waist
surrounded by lilies.
the hair of your head like purple cloth—
a king could be held captive
I asked them, “Have you seen the one I love?”
through the streets and the plazas.
I will seek the one I love.
I sought him, but did not find him.
your breasts are clusters of fruit.
twins of a gazelle.
coming up from washing,
each one having a twin,
and not one missing.