1 The Ultimate Song, by Shlomo: 2 Let him smother me with kisses from his mouth, for your love is better than wine. 3 Your anointing oils have a wonderful fragrance; your name is like anointing oil poured out. This is why young women love you — 4 “Take me with you. We will run […]
Category Archives: Shir-HaShirim (Sng)
Shir-HaShirim (Sng) 2
1 I am but a rose from the Sharon, just a lily in the valleys. 2 Like a lily among thorns is my darling among the other women. 3 Like an apple tree among the other trees in the forest is my darling among the other men. I love to sit in his shadow; his […]
Shir-HaShirim (Sng) 3
1 Night after night on my bed I looked for the man I love. I looked for him, but I didn’t find him. 2 “I will get up now and roam the city, through the streets and the open places, I will look for the man I love.” I looked for him, but I didn’t […]
Shir-HaShirim (Sng) 4
1 How beautiful you are, my love! How beautiful you are! Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down Mount Gil‘ad. 2 Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep that have just come up from being washed; each of them is matched, and none […]
Shir-HaShirim (Sng) 5
1 My sister, my bride, I have entered my garden; I am gathering my myrrh and my spices; I am eating my honeycomb along with my honey; I am drinking my wine as well as my milk. Eat, friends, and drink, until you are drunk with love! 2 I am asleep, but my heart is […]
Shir-HaShirim (Sng) 6
1 Where has your darling gone, you most beautiful of women? Which way did your darling turn, so that we can help you find him? 2 My darling went down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens and to gather lilies. 3 I belong to the man […]
Shir-HaShirim (Sng) 7
1 Come back, come back, girl from Shulam! Come back, come back to where we can see you! Why are you looking at the girl from Shulam as if she were dancing for two army camps? 2 How beautiful are your feet in sandals, you daughter of princes! The curves of your thighs are like […]
Shir-HaShirim (Sng) 8
1 I wish you were my brother, who nursed at my mother’s breast; then, if I met you outdoors, I could kiss you, and no one would look down on me. 2 I would lead you and bring you to my mother’s house, and she would instruct me. I would give you spiced wine to […]