Song of Songs 1:12-17 - Compare All Versions

Deildu

While the king was at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance. My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh resting between my breasts. My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi. How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how beautiful! Your eyes are doves. How handsome you are, my beloved! Oh, how charming! And our bed is verdant. The beams of our house are cedars; our rafters are firs.

While the king was on his couch, my nard gave forth its fragrance. My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh that lies between my breasts. My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of Engedi. Behold, you are beautiful, my love; behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are doves. Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved, truly delightful. Our couch is green; the beams of our house are cedar; our rafters are pine.

The king is lying on his couch, enchanted by the fragrance of my perfume. My lover is like a sachet of myrrh lying between my breasts. He is like a bouquet of sweet henna blossoms from the vineyards of En-gedi. How beautiful you are, my darling, how beautiful! Your eyes are like doves. You are so handsome, my love, pleasing beyond words! The soft grass is our bed; fragrant cedar branches are the beams of our house, and pleasant smelling firs are the rafters.

While the king is on his couch,  my perfume  releases its fragrance.  The one I love is a sachet of myrrh to me,  spending the night between my breasts. The one I love is a cluster of henna blossoms to me,  in the vineyards of En-gedi.  How beautiful you are, my darling. How very beautiful! Your eyes are doves.  How handsome you are, my love.  How delightful! Our bed is verdant; the beams of our house are cedars, and our rafters are cypresses.

While the King sitteth at his table, My spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof. A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; He shall lie all night betwixt my breasts. My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire In the vineyards of Engedi. Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold, thou art fair; Thou hast doves' eyes. Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, Yea, pleasant: Also our bed is green. The beams of our house are cedar, And our rafters of fir.

While the king is at his table, My spikenard sends forth its fragrance. A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, That lies all night between my breasts. My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blooms In the vineyards of En Gedi. Behold, you are fair, my love! Behold, you are fair! You have dove’s eyes. Behold, you are handsome, my beloved! Yes, pleasant! Also our bed is green. The beams of our houses are cedar, And our rafters of fir.

When my King-Lover lay down beside me, my fragrance filled the room. His head resting between my breasts— the head of my lover was a sachet of sweet myrrh. My beloved is a bouquet of wildflowers picked just for me from the fields of En Gedi. Oh, my dear friend! You’re so beautiful! And your eyes so beautiful—like doves! And you, my dear lover—you’re so handsome! And the bed we share is like a forest glen. We enjoy a canopy of cedars enclosed by cypresses, fragrant and green.

¶“While the king was at his table, My perfume gave forth its fragrance. “My beloved is to me a pouch of myrrh Which lies all night between my breasts. “My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms In the vineyards of Engedi.” ¶“How beautiful you are, my darling, How beautiful you are! Your eyes are like doves.” ¶“How handsome you are, my beloved, And so delightful! Indeed, our bed is luxuriant! “The beams of our house are cedars, Our rafters, junipers.

¶“While the king was at his table, My perfume (Solomon) sent forth [his] fragrance [surrounding me]. “My beloved is to me like a pouch of myrrh Which lies all night between my breasts. “My beloved is to me a cluster of henna flowers In the [fragrant] vineyards of Engedi.” ¶“Behold, how beautiful you are, my darling, Behold, how beautiful you are! Your eyes are dove’s eyes.” ¶“Behold, how fair and handsome you are, my beloved; And so delightful! Our arbor is green and luxuriant. “The beams of our houses are cedars, Our rafters and panels are cypresses.

While the king was at his banqueting table, my nard gave forth its fragrance. My beloved is like a fragrant pouch of myrrh spending the night between my breasts. My beloved is like a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of En-Gedi. Oh, how beautiful you are, my beloved! Oh, how beautiful you are! Your eyes are like doves! Oh, how handsome you are, my lover! Oh, how delightful you are! The lush foliage is our canopied bed; the cedars are the beams of our bedroom chamber; the pines are the rafters of our bedroom.