Löydetty 2176 Tulokset: Ice
My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollow places of the wall, shew me thy face, let thy voice sound in my ears: for thy voice is sweet, and thy face comely. (Song of Solomon 2, 14)
Who is she that goeth up by the desert, as a pillar of smoke of aromatical spices, of myrrh, and frankincense, and of all the powders of the perfumer? (Song of Solomon 3, 6)
How beautiful are thy breasts, my sister, my spouse! thy breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the sweet smell of thy ointments above all aromatical spices. (Song of Solomon 4, 10)
Arise, O north wind, and come, O south wind, blow through my garden, and let the aromatical spices thereof flow. (Song of Solomon 4, 16)
Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat the fruit of his apple trees. I am come into my garden, O my sister, my spouse, I have gathered my myrrh, with my aromatical spices: I have eaten the honeycomb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends, and drink, and be inebriated, my dearly beloved. (Song of Solomon 5, 1)
I sleep, and my heart watcheth; the voice of my beloved knocking: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is full of dew, and my locks of the drops of the nights. (Song of Solomon 5, 2)
I arose up to open to my beloved: my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the choicest myrrh. (Song of Solomon 5, 5)
His cheeks are as beds of aromatical spices set by the perfumers. His lips are as lilies dropping choice myrrb. (Song of Solomon 5, 13)
My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the bed of aromatical spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies. (Song of Solomon 6, 1)
I will take hold of thee, and bring thee Into my mother's house: there thou shalt teach me, and I will give thee a cup of spiced wine and new wine of my pomegranates. (Song of Solomon 8, 2)
Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the friends hearken: make me hear thy voice. (Song of Solomon 8, 13)
Flee away, O my beloved, and be like to the roe, and to the young hart upon the mountains of aromatical spices. (Song of Solomon 8, 14)
