Trouvé 6732 Résultats pour: Rom
Rise up, north wind, and advance, south wind. Send a breeze through my garden, and carry its aromatic scents. (Song of Solomon 4, 16)
Groom to Bride: I have arrived in my garden, O my sister, my spouse. I have harvested my myrrh, with my aromatic oils. I have eaten the honeycomb with my honey. I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink, and be inebriated, O most beloved. (Song of Solomon 5, 2)
The keepers who circulate through the city found me. They struck me, and wounded me. The keepers of the walls took my veil away from me. (Song of Solomon 5, 9)
His cheeks are like a courtyard of aromatic plants, sown by perfumers. His lips are like lilies, dripping with the best myrrh. (Song of Solomon 5, 15)
Bride: My beloved has descended to his garden, to the courtyard of aromatic plants, in order to pasture in the gardens and gather the lilies. (Song of Solomon 6, 1)
Avert your eyes from me, for they have caused me fly away. Your hair is like a flock of goats, which have appeared out of Gilead. (Song of Solomon 6, 4)
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep, which have ascended from the washing, each one with its identical twin, and not one among them is barren. (Song of Solomon 6, 5)
Bride to Groom: Who will give you to me as my brother, feeding from the breasts of my mother, so that I may discover you outside, and may kiss you, and so that now no one may despise me? (Song of Solomon 8, 1)
I will take hold of you and lead you into my mother’s house. There you will teach me, and I will give you a cup of spiced wine, and of new wine from my pomegranates. (Song of Solomon 8, 2)
Chorus to Groom: Who is she, who ascends from the desert, flowing with delights, leaning upon her beloved? (Song of Solomon 8, 5)
Flee away, my beloved, and become like the doe and the young stag upon the mountains of aromatic plants. (Song of Solomon 8, 15)
For perverse thoughts separate from God. But his virtue, when it is tested, corrects the foolish. (Wisdom of Solomon 1, 3)
