Welcome to our website where we explore the Bible! Pleasure to meet you here!
May your journey into the world of the Holy Scriptures be engaging and inspiring!
You can change reading language: uk ru
Parallel
New American Standard Bible
New King James Version
Solomon’s Love Expressed
“How beautiful you are, my darling,
How beautiful you are!
Your eyes are like doves behind your veil;
Your hair is like a flock of goats
That have descended from Mount Gilead.
“How beautiful you are, my darling,
How beautiful you are!
Your eyes are like doves behind your veil;
Your hair is like a flock of goats
That have descended from Mount Gilead.
The Bridegroom Praises the Bride
The Beloved
Behold, you are fair, my love!
Behold, you are fair!
You have dove’s eyes behind your veil.
Your hair is like a flock of goats,
Going down from Mount Gilead.
The Beloved
Behold, you are fair, my love!
Behold, you are fair!
You have dove’s eyes behind your veil.
Your hair is like a flock of goats,
Going down from Mount Gilead.
“Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn ewes
Which have come up from their washing,
All of which bear twins,
And not one among them has lost her young.
Which have come up from their washing,
All of which bear twins,
And not one among them has lost her young.
“Your lips are like a scarlet thread,
And your mouth is lovely.
Your temples are like a slice of a pomegranate
Behind your veil.
And your mouth is lovely.
Your temples are like a slice of a pomegranate
Behind your veil.
Your lips are like a strand of scarlet,
And your mouth is lovely.
Your temples behind your veil
Are like a piece of pomegranate.
And your mouth is lovely.
Your temples behind your veil
Are like a piece of pomegranate.
“Your neck is like the tower of David,
Built with rows of stones
On which are hung a thousand shields,
All the round shields of the mighty men.
Built with rows of stones
On which are hung a thousand shields,
All the round shields of the mighty men.
“Your two breasts are like two fawns,
Twins of a gazelle
Which feed among the lilies.
Twins of a gazelle
Which feed among the lilies.
Your two breasts are like two fawns,
Twins of a gazelle,
Which feed among the lilies.
Twins of a gazelle,
Which feed among the lilies.
“Until the cool of the day
When the shadows flee away,
I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh
And to the hill of frankincense.
When the shadows flee away,
I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh
And to the hill of frankincense.
Until the day breaks
And the shadows flee away,
I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh
And to the hill of frankincense.
And the shadows flee away,
I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh
And to the hill of frankincense.
“You are altogether beautiful, my darling,
And there is no blemish in you.
And there is no blemish in you.
You are all fair, my love,
And there is no spot in you.
And there is no spot in you.
“Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,
May you come with me from Lebanon.
Journey down from the summit of Amana,
From the summit of Senir and Hermon,
From the dens of lions,
From the mountains of leopards.
May you come with me from Lebanon.
Journey down from the summit of Amana,
From the summit of Senir and Hermon,
From the dens of lions,
From the mountains of leopards.
Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse,
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.
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.
“You have made my heart beat faster, my sister, my bride;
You have made my heart beat faster with a single glance of your eyes,
With a single strand of your necklace.
You have made my heart beat faster with a single glance of your eyes,
With a single strand of your necklace.
You have ravished my heart,
My sister, my spouse;
You have ravished my heart
With one look of your eyes,
With one link of your necklace.
My sister, my spouse;
You have ravished my heart
With one look of your eyes,
With one link of your necklace.
“How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride!
How much better is your love than wine,
And the fragrance of your oils
Than all kinds of spices!
How much better is your love than wine,
And the fragrance of your oils
Than all kinds of spices!
“Your lips, my bride, drip honey;
Honey and milk are under your tongue,
And the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
Honey and milk are under your tongue,
And the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
Your lips, O my spouse,
Drip as the honeycomb;
Honey and milk are under your tongue;
And the fragrance of your garments
Is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
Drip as the honeycomb;
Honey and milk are under your tongue;
And the fragrance of your garments
Is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
“A garden locked is my sister, my bride,
A rock garden locked, a spring sealed up.
A rock garden locked, a spring sealed up.
“Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates
With choice fruits, henna with nard plants,
With choice fruits, henna with nard plants,
Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates
With pleasant fruits,
Fragrant henna with spikenard,
With pleasant fruits,
Fragrant henna with spikenard,
Nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon,
With all the trees of frankincense,
Myrrh and aloes, along with all the finest spices.
With all the trees of frankincense,
Myrrh and aloes, along with all the finest spices.
Spikenard and saffron,
Calamus and cinnamon,
With all trees of frankincense,
Myrrh and aloes,
With all the chief spices —
Calamus and cinnamon,
With all trees of frankincense,
Myrrh and aloes,
With all the chief spices —
“You are a garden spring,
A well of fresh water,
And streams flowing from Lebanon.”
A well of fresh water,
And streams flowing from Lebanon.”
A fountain of gardens,
A well of living waters,
And streams from Lebanon.
A well of living waters,
And streams from Lebanon.
“Awake, O north wind,
And come, wind of the south;
Make my garden breathe out fragrance,
Let its spices be wafted abroad.
May my beloved come into his garden
And eat its choice fruits!”
And come, wind of the south;
Make my garden breathe out fragrance,
Let its spices be wafted abroad.
May my beloved come into his garden
And eat its choice fruits!”
The Shulamite
Awake, O north wind,
And come, O south!
Blow upon my garden,
That its spices may flow out.
Let my beloved come to his garden
And eat its pleasant fruits.
Awake, O north wind,
And come, O south!
Blow upon my garden,
That its spices may flow out.
Let my beloved come to his garden
And eat its pleasant fruits.