(1.00) | Sos 6:3 | The Beloved about Her Lover: I am my lover’s 1 and my lover is mine; 2 he grazes among the lilies. |
(0.96) | Sos 2:16 | The Beloved about Her Lover: My lover is mine and I am his; he grazes among the lilies. 1 |
(0.83) | Sos 1:16 | The Beloved to Her Lover: Oh, how handsome you are, my lover! 1 Oh, 2 how delightful 3 you are! The lush foliage 4 is our canopied bed; 5 |
(0.83) | Sos 2:8 | The Beloved about Her Lover: Listen! 1 My lover is approaching! 2 Look! 3 Here he comes, leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills! |
(0.83) | Sos 2:10 | The Lover to His Beloved: My lover spoke to me, saying: “Arise, my darling; My beautiful one, come away with me! |
(0.83) | Sos 3:1 | The Beloved about Her Lover: All night long 1 on my bed 2 I longed for 3 my lover. 4 I longed for 5 him but he never appeared. 6 |
(0.78) | Sos 5:4 | My lover thrust his hand 1 through 2 the hole, 3 and my feelings 4 were stirred 5 for him. |
(0.78) | Sos 7:10 | The Beloved about Her Lover: I am my beloved’s, and he desires me! 1 |
(0.70) | 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 |
(0.69) | Sos 1:9 | The Lover to His Beloved: O my beloved, you are like 1 a 2 mare 3 among Pharaoh’s stallions. 4 |
(0.69) | 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 |
(0.69) | Sos 2:1 | The Beloved to Her Lover: I am a 1 meadow flower 2 from Sharon, 3 a lily 4 from the valleys. |
(0.69) | Sos 2:2 | The Lover to His Beloved: Like 1 a lily among the thorns, 2 so is my darling among the maidens. |
(0.69) | 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 |
(0.69) | Sos 7:7 | The Lover to His Beloved: Your stature 1 is like a palm tree, 2 and your breasts are like clusters of grapes. 3 |
(0.69) | Sos 8:3 | The Beloved about Her Lover: His left hand caresses my head, and his right hand stimulates me. 1 |
(0.68) | Sos 5:2 | The Beloved about Her Lover: I was asleep, but my mind 1 was dreaming. 2 Listen! 3 My lover 4 is knocking 5 at the door! 6 The Lover to His Beloved: “Open 7 for me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one! My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night.” |
(0.60) | Sos 1:2 | The Beloved to Her Lover: 1 Oh, how I wish you 2 would kiss me passionately! 3 For your lovemaking 4 is more delightful 5 than wine. 6 |
(0.60) | 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 |
(0.60) | Sos 2:9 | My lover is like a gazelle or a young stag. 1 Look! There he stands behind our wall, gazing through the window, peering through the lattice. |