Talált 13244 Eredmények: Úr

• His cheeks are beds of spices, banks sweetly scented. His lips are lilies, distilling pure myrrh. (Song of Solomon 5, 13)

• His legs are alabaster columns set in sockets of pure gold. His appearance is that of Lebanon, unrivalled as the cedars. (Song of Solomon 5, 15)

• CHORUS: Where did your lover go, O loveliest of women? Which way did your lover turn so that we can help you seek him? (Song of Solomon 6, 1)

• BELOVED: My love went down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock on the grass and gather lilies. (Song of Solomon 6, 2)

• I belong to my love, and my love to me. He pastures his flock among the lilies. (Song of Solomon 6, 3)

• Turn your eyes away from me, they take me by assault! Your hair is like a flock of goats surging down the slopes of Gilead. (Song of Solomon 6, 5)

• Your teeth are like a flock of ewes as they come up from being washed. Each one has its twin, not one unpaired with another. (Song of Solomon 6, 6)

• Your cheeks, behind your veil, are halves of pomegranate. (Song of Solomon 6, 7)

• My dove is my only one, perfect and mine. She is the darling of her mother, the favourite of the one who bore her. Girls have seen her and proclaimed her blessed, queens and concubines have sung her praises, (Song of Solomon 6, 9)

• Before I knew . . . my desire had hurled me onto the chariots of Amminadib! (Song of Solomon 6, 12)

• LOVER: How beautiful are your feet in their sandals, O prince's daughter! The curve of your thighs is like the curve of a necklace, work of a master hand. (Song of Solomon 7, 2)

• Your navel is a bowl well rounded with no lack of wine, your belly a heap of wheat surrounded with lilies. (Song of Solomon 7, 3)