Home Page
Home | Akaranga Sutra | Bhagvad Gita | Bible | Confucian Canon | Dhammapada | Qitab I Aqdas | Quran | Tanakh | Tao Te Ching

Tanakh

More about Judaism | Related Images | Links


Book 30 : KETUVIM - MEGILOT - SONGS - Chapter 004

04:001

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 trail down from mount Gilead

04:002

Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes all shaped alike, which are come up from the washing; whereof all are paired, and none faileth among them

04:003

Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy mouth is comely; thy temples are like a pomegranate split open behind thy veil

04:004

Thy neck is like the tower of David builded with turrets, whereon there hang a thousand shields, all the armour of the mighty men

04:005

Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a gazelle, which feed among the lilies

04:006

Until the day breathe, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense

04:007

Thou art all fair, my love; and there is no spot in thee

04:008

Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon; look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards

04:009

Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my bride; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one bead of thy necklace

04:010

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

04:011

Thy lips, O my bride, drop honey--honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon

04:012

A garden shut up is my sister, my bride; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed

04:013

Thy shoots are a park of pomegranates, with precious fruits; henna with spikenard plants

04:014

Spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices

04:015

Thou art a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and flowing streams from Lebanon

04:016

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 precious fruits



Book 30 : KETUVIM - MEGILOT - SONGS - Chapter 004

Akaranga Sutra | Bhagvad Gita | Bible | Confucian Canon | Dhammapada | Qitab I Aqdas
Quran | Quran (Deutsch) | Quran (French) | Tanakh | Tao Te Ching | Tao Te Ching (Chinese)
Home Page - Contact - Resources - Images - Links - Holybooks Mp3 Versions - Site Map

Hosting Provider