rotherham Songs:4-6

rotherham@Songs:4:1 @ HE Lo! thou art beautiful, my fair one, Lo! thou art beautiful, Thine eyes, are doves, from behind thy veil, Thy hair, is like a flock of goats, which are reclining on the sides of Mount Gilead:

rotherham@Songs:4:2 @ Thy teeth, are like a flock, evenly grown, which have come up from the washing-place, whereof, all of them, are twin-bearers, and bereaved, is none among them:

rotherham@Songs:4:3 @ Like a cord of crimson, are thy lips, and, thy mouth, is lovely, Like a slice of pomegranate, are thy temples, behind thy veil:

rotherham@Songs:4:4 @ Like the tower of David, is thy neck, built for war, A thousand shields, hung thereon, all, equipment of heroes:

rotherham@Songs:4:5 @ Thy two breasts, are like two young roes, twins of a gazelle, which pasture among lilies.

rotherham@Songs:4:6 @ Until the day, breathe, and the shadows, be lengthened, I will get me unto the mountain of myrrh, and unto the hill of frankincense.

rotherham@Songs:4:7 @ Thou art, all over, beautiful, my fair one, and, blemish, is there none in thee.

rotherham@Songs:4:8 @ With me, from Lebanon, O bride, with me, from Lebanon, shalt thou enter, Thou shalt look round from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir, and Hermon, from the dens of lions, from the mountains of leopards.

rotherham@Songs:4:9 @ Thou hast encouraged me, my sister, bride, thou hast encouraged me, with one of thine eyes, with one ornament of thy neck.

rotherham@Songs:4:10 @ How beautiful are thy caresses, my sister, bride, how much more delightful thy caresses, than wine, and the fragrance of thine oils, than all spices:

rotherham@Songs:4:11 @ With sweetness, thy lips do drip, O bride, Honey and milk, are under thy tongue, and, the fragrance of thy garments, is like the fragrance of Lebanon.

rotherham@Songs:4:12 @ A garden barred, is my sister, bride, a spring barred, a fountain sealed:

rotherham@Songs:4:13 @ Thy buddings forth, are a paradise of pomegranates, with precious fruits, henna bushes, with nard blossoms:

rotherham@Songs:4:14 @ Nard and saffron, sweet cane and cinnamon, with all woods of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, with all the chiefs of spices:

rotherham@Songs:4:15 @ A garden fountain, a well of living waters, and flowings from Lebanon.

rotherham@Songs:4:16 @ SHE Awake, O north wind, and come in, thou south, Fan my gardenits balsams, will flow out, Let my beloved enter his garden, and eat his precious fruits.

rotherham@Songs:5:1 @ HE I have entered my garden, my sister, bride, I have plucked my myrrh, with my balsam, I have eaten the honey of my thicket, I have drunk my wine, with my milk: Eat ye, O friends, Drink, yea drink abundantly, ye beloved! ****

rotherham@Songs:5:2 @ SHE I, was sleeping, but, my heart, was awake, The voice of my belovedknocking! Open to me, my sister, my fair one, my dove, my perfect one, for, my head, is filled with dew, my locks, with the moisture of the night.

rotherham@Songs:5:3 @ I have put off my tunic, oh how shall I put it on? I have bathed my feet, oh how shall I soil them?

rotherham@Songs:5:4 @ My beloved, thrust in his hand, at the window, and, my feelings, were deeply moved for him:

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

rotherham@Songs:5:6 @ I myself, opened to my beloved, but, my beloved, had turned away, had passed on, My soul, had gone out when he spake, I sought him, but found him not, I called him, but he answered not.

rotherham@Songs:5:7 @ The watchmen who were going round in the city, found me, they smote me, wounded me, The watchmen of the walls, took away my cloak from off me.

rotherham@Songs:5:8 @ I adjure you, ye daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, what will ye tell him? That, sick with love, I am.

rotherham@Songs:5:9 @ DAUGHTERS OF JERUSALEM What is thy beloved more than any other beloved, thou most beautiful among women? What is thy beloved more than any other beloved, that, thus, thou hast adjured us?

rotherham@Songs:5:10 @ SHE. My beloved, is white and ruddy, conspicuous beyond ten thousand:

rotherham@Songs:5:11 @ His head, is pure gold, his locks, are bushy, black as a raven;

rotherham@Songs:5:12 @ His eyes, like doves, by the channels of water, bathing in milk, set as gems in a ring:

rotherham@Songs:5:13 @ His cheeks, like a raised bed of balsam, growing plants of perfume, His lips, lilies, dripping with myrrh distilling:

rotherham@Songs:5:14 @ His hands, cylinders of gold, set with topaz, His body, wrought work of ivory, covered with sapphires:

rotherham@Songs:5:15 @ His legs, pillars of white marble, founded on sockets of gold, His form, like Lebanon, choice as cedars:

rotherham@Songs:5:16 @ His mouth, most sweet, yea, altogether, he is delightful, This, is my beloved, yea, this, is my dear one, ye daughters of Jerusalem.

rotherham@Songs:6:1 @ DAUGHTERS OF JERUSALEM Whither hath thy beloved, gone, thou most beautiful among women? whither hath thy beloved turned him aside? That we may seek him with thee.

rotherham@Songs:6:2 @ SHE My beloved, is gone down to his garden, to the beds of balsam, to pasture in the gardens, and to gather lilies,

rotherham@Songs:6:3 @ I, am, my beloveds, and, my beloved, is mine, he that pastureth among lilies.

rotherham@Songs:6:4 @ HE Beautiful, art thou, my fair one, as Tirzah, comely, as Jerusalem, majestic as bannered hosts!

rotherham@Songs:6:5 @ Turn away thine eyes from me, for, they, have excited me, Thy hair, is like a flock of goats, that are reclining on the sides of Mount Gilead:

rotherham@Songs:6:6 @ Thy teeth, are like a flock of sheep which have come up from the washing-place, whereof, all of them, are twin-bearers, and bereaved, is there none among them:

rotherham@Songs:6:7 @ Like a slice of pomegranate, are thy temples, from behind thy veil:

rotherham@Songs:6:8 @ Threescore, are the queens, and, fourscore, are the concubines, and, virgins, there are, without number.

rotherham@Songs:6:9 @ One alone, is my dove, my perfect one, one alone, was she to her mother, Pure, was she to her that bare her, The daughters, have seen her, and pronounced her happy, Queens and concubines, and they have praised her. ****

rotherham@Songs:6:10 @ THEY Who is this, that looketh forth like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, pure as the sun, majestic as bannered hosts?

rotherham@Songs:6:11 @ HE To the garden of nuts, I went down, to look at the fresh shoots of the ravine, to see whether: had burst forth the vine, had blossomed the pomegranate:

rotherham@Songs:6:12 @ I know not, my soul, set for me the chariots of my willing people!

rotherham@Songs:6:13 @ THEY Return, return, O Shulamite, Return, return, that we may look on thee! SHE What would ye look on in the Shulamite? THEY As it were the dance of a double camp

rotherham@Songs:7:1 @ How beautiful, are thy feet in sandals, O daughter of a noble, The curvings of thy hips, are like ornaments wrought by the hands of a skilled workman:

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