Citește Biblia KJ Song of Songs capitolul 6
1. Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.
Cant 1.8If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents. ;
SMS 2. My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
SMS 3. I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.
Cant 2.16My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies. ;
Cant 7.10I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me. ;
SMS 4. Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
Cant 6.10Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners? ;
SMS 5. Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.
Cant 4.1Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead. ;
SMS 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.
Cant 4.2Thy 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. ;
SMS 7. As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.
Cant 4.3Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks. ;
SMS 8. There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.
SMS 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.
SMS 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?
Cant 6.4Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners. ;
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