Song of Songs 4:14
Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
Song of Songs 4:16
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 pleasant fruits.
Song of Songs 4:2
Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them.
Song of Songs 4:4
Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
Song of Songs 4:5
Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
Song of Songs 4:6
Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
Song of Songs 4:8
Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
Song of Songs 5:10
My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.
Song of Songs 5:11
His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
Song of Songs 5:12
His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
Song of Songs 5:14
His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
Song of Songs 5:15
His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
Song of Songs 5:2
I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
Song of Songs 5:4
My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.
Song of Songs 5:5
I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.
Song of Songs 5:7
The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
Song of Songs 6:10
Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?
Song of Songs 6:11
I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished, and the pomegranates budded.
Song of Songs 6:12
Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.
Song of Songs 6:13
Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.
Song of Songs 6:2
My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
Song of Songs 6:3
I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.
Song of Songs 6:6
Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them.
Song of Songs 6:9
My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
Song of Songs 7:1
How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.
Song of Songs 7:11
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
Song of Songs 7:12
Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.
Song of Songs 7:13
The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
Song of Songs 7:4
Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
Song of Songs 7:5
Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.