(1.00) | Sos 7:10 | The Beloved about Her Lover: I am my beloved’s, and he desires me! 1 |
(0.88) | Sos 1:9 | The Lover to His Beloved: O my beloved, you are like 1 a 2 mare 3 among Pharaoh’s stallions. 4 |
(0.88) | Sos 5:10 | The Beloved to the Maidens: My beloved 1 is dazzling 2 and ruddy; 3 he stands out 4 in comparison to 5 all other men. 6 |
(0.78) | Sos 5:9 | The Maidens to The Beloved: Why is your beloved better than others, 1 O most beautiful of women? Why is your beloved better than others, that you would command us in this manner? |
(0.78) | Sos 6:1 | The Maidens to the Beloved: Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned? Tell us, 1 that we may seek him with you. 2 |
(0.76) | Sos 1:15 | The Lover to His Beloved: Oh, 1 how beautiful you are, my beloved! 2 Oh, how beautiful you are! Your eyes 3 are like doves! 4 |
(0.76) | Sos 2:17 | The Beloved to Her Lover: Until the dawn arrives 1 and the shadows flee, turn, 2 my beloved – be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountain gorges. 3 |
(0.76) | Sos 5:8 | The Beloved to the Maidens: O maidens of Jerusalem, I command you – If you find my beloved, what will you tell him? Tell him that I am lovesick! 1 |
(0.76) | Sos 6:2 | The Beloved to the Maidens: My beloved has gone down to his garden, 1 to the flowerbeds of balsam spices, 2 to graze 3 in the gardens, and to gather lilies. 4 |
(0.76) | Sos 7:11 | The Beloved to Her Lover: Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside; let us spend the night in the villages. |
(0.76) | Sos 8:14 | The Beloved to Her Lover: Make haste, my beloved! Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices. |
(0.72) | Sos 1:13 | My beloved is like a fragrant pouch of myrrh 1 spending the night 2 between my breasts. |
(0.72) | Sos 1:14 | My beloved is like a cluster of henna blossoms 1 in the vineyards of En-Gedi. 2 |
(0.65) | Sos 2:3 | The Beloved about Her Lover: Like 1 an apple tree 2 among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the young men. I delight 3 to sit 4 in his shade, 5 and his fruit 6 is sweet 7 to my taste. 8 |
(0.65) | Sos 4:16 | The Beloved to Her Lover: Awake, O north wind; come, O south wind! Blow on my garden so that its fragrant spices may send out their sweet smell. 1 May my beloved come into his garden and eat its delightful fruit! |
(0.65) | Sos 6:13 | The Lover to His Beloved: (7:1) 1 Turn 2 , turn, O 3 Perfect One! 4 Turn, turn, that I 5 may stare at you! The Beloved to Her Lover: Why 6 do you gaze upon the Perfect One like the dance of the Mahanaim? 7 |
(0.64) | Sos 1:12 | The Beloved about Her Lover: While the king was at his banqueting table, 1 my nard 2 gave forth its fragrance. 3 |
(0.64) | Sos 2:1 | The Beloved to Her Lover: I am a 1 meadow flower 2 from Sharon, 3 a lily 4 from the valleys. |
(0.64) | Sos 2:2 | The Lover to His Beloved: Like 1 a lily among the thorns, 2 so is my darling among the maidens. |
(0.64) | Sos 2:4 | The Beloved about Her Lover: He brought me 1 into the banquet hall, 2 and he looked 3 at me lovingly. 4 |