rsv - Songs:4-6

rsv@Songs:4:1 @ 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.

rsv@Songs:4:2 @ Your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes that have come up from the washing, all of which bear twins, and not one among them is bereaved.

rsv@Songs:4:3 @ Your lips are like a scarlet thread, and your mouth is lovely. Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your veil.

rsv@Songs:4:4 @ Your neck is like the tower of David, built for an arsenal, whereon hang a thousand bucklers, all of them shields of warriors.

rsv@Songs:4:5 @ Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, that feed among the lilies.

rsv@Songs:4:6 @ Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, I will hie me to the mountain of myrrh and the hill of frankincense.

rsv@Songs:4:7 @ You are all fair, my love; there is no flaw in you.

rsv@Songs:4:8 @ Come with me from Lebanon, my bride; come with me from Lebanon. Depart from the peak of Ama'na, from the peak of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of lions, from the mountains of leopards.

rsv@Songs:4:9 @ You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride, you have ravished my heart with a glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace.

rsv@Songs:4:10 @ 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!

rsv@Songs:4:11 @ Your lips distil nectar, my bride; honey and milk are under your tongue; the scent of your garments is like the scent of Lebanon.

rsv@Songs:4:12 @ A garden locked is my sister, my bride, a garden locked, a fountain sealed.

rsv@Songs:4:13 @ Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates with all choicest fruits, henna with nard,

rsv@Songs:4:14 @ nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, with all chief spices--

rsv@Songs:4:15 @ a garden fountain, a well of living water, and flowing streams from Lebanon.

rsv@Songs:4:16 @ Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind! Blow upon my garden, let its fragrance be wafted abroad. Let my beloved come to his garden, and eat its choicest fruits.

rsv@Songs:5:1 @ I come to my garden, my sister, my bride, I gather my myrrh with my spice, I eat my honeycomb with my honey, I drink my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink: drink deeply, O lovers!

rsv@Songs:5:2 @ 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."

rsv@Songs:5:3 @ I had put off my garment, how could I put it on? I had bathed my feet, how could I soil them?

rsv@Songs:5:4 @ My beloved put his hand to the latch, and my heart was thrilled within me.

rsv@Songs:5:5 @ I arose to open to my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, upon the handles of the bolt.

rsv@Songs:5:6 @ I opened to my beloved, but my beloved had turned and gone. My soul failed me when he spoke. I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he gave no answer.

rsv@Songs:5:7 @ The watchmen found me, as they went about in the city; they beat me, they wounded me, they took away my mantle, those watchmen of the walls.

rsv@Songs:5:8 @ I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him I am sick with love.

rsv@Songs:5:9 @ What is your beloved more than another beloved, O fairest among women? What is your beloved more than another beloved, that you thus adjure us?

rsv@Songs:5:10 @ My beloved is all radiant and ruddy, distinguished among ten thousand.

rsv@Songs:5:11 @ His head is the finest gold; his locks are wavy, black as a raven.

rsv@Songs:5:12 @ His eyes are like doves beside springs of water, bathed in milk, fitly set.

rsv@Songs:5:13 @ His cheeks are like beds of spices, yielding fragrance. His lips are lilies, distilling liquid myrrh.

rsv@Songs:5:14 @ His arms are rounded gold, set with jewels. His body is ivory work, encrusted with sapphires.

rsv@Songs:5:15 @ His legs are alabaster columns, set upon bases of gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, choice as the cedars.

rsv@Songs:5:16 @ His speech is most sweet, and he is altogether desirable. This is my beloved and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

rsv@Songs:6:1 @ Whither has your beloved gone, O fairest among women? Whither has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?

rsv@Songs:6:2 @ My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

rsv@Songs:6:3 @ I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine; he pastures his flock among the lilies.

rsv@Songs:6:4 @ You are beautiful as Tirzah, my love, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.

rsv@Songs:6:5 @ Turn away your eyes from me, for they disturb me-- Your hair is like a flock of goats, moving down the slopes of Gilead.

rsv@Songs:6:6 @ Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, that have come up from the washing, all of them bear twins, not one among them is bereaved.

rsv@Songs:6:7 @ Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your veil.

rsv@Songs:6:8 @ There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.

rsv@Songs:6:9 @ My dove, my perfect one, is only one, the darling of her mother, flawless to her that bore her. The maidens saw her and called her happy; the queens and concubines also, and they praised her.

rsv@Songs:6:10 @ "Who is this that looks forth like the dawn, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as an army with banners?"

rsv@Songs:6:11 @ I went down to the nut orchard, to look at the blossoms of the valley, to see whether the vines had budded, whether the pomegranates were in bloom.

rsv@Songs:6:12 @ Before I was aware, my fancy set me in a chariot beside my prince.

rsv@Songs:6:13 @ Return, return, O Shu'lammite, return, return, that we may look upon you. Why should you look upon the Shu'lammite, as upon a dance before two armies?

rsv@Songs:7:1 @ How graceful are your feet in sandals, O queenly maiden! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of a master hand.