Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair;
{Or, Thou hast doves' eyes}Thine eyes are as doves behind thy {Or, locks}veil.
Thy hair is as a flock of goats,
That {Or, appear on mount Gilead}lie along the side of mount Gilead.
Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes that are newly shorn,
Which are come up from the washing,
{Or, Which are all of them in pairs}Whereof every one hath twins,
And none is bereaved among them.
Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet,
And thy {Or, speech}mouth is comely.
Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate
Behind thy {Or, locks}veil.
Thy neck is like the tower of David
Builded {Or, with turrets}for an armory,
Whereon there hang a thousand bucklers,
All the shields of the mighty men.
Thy two breasts are like two fawns
That are twins of a {Or, gazalle}roe,
Which feed among the lilies.
Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away,
I will get me to the mountain of myrrh,
And to the hill of frankincense.
Thou art all fair, my love;
And there is no spot in thee.
Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,
With me from Lebanon:
{Or, Go}Look from the top of Amana,
From the top of Senir and Hermon,
From the lions' dens,
From the mountains of the leopards.
Thou hast {Or, given me courage}ravished my heart, my sister, my bride;
Thou hast {Or, given me courage}ravished my heart with {Or, one look from thine eyes}one of thine eyes,
With one chain of thy neck.
How fair is thy love, my sister, my bride!
How much better is thy love than wine!
And the fragrance of thine oils than all manner of spices!
Thy lips, O my bride, {Or, drop honey}drop as the honeycomb:
Honey and milk are under thy tongue;
And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
A garden {Hebrew: barred.}shut up is my sister, my bride;
A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
Thy shoots are {Or, a paradise}an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits;
Henna with spikenard plants,
Spikenard and saffron,
Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense;
Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.
Thou art a fountain of gardens,
A well of living waters,
And flowing streams from Lebanon.
Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south;
Blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out.
Let my beloved come into his garden,
And eat his precious fruits.
Querverweise zu Hohelied 4,1 Hld 4,1
Thou hast {Or, given me courage}ravished my heart, my sister, my bride;Thou hast {Or, given me courage}ravished my heart with {Or, one look from thine eyes}one of thine eyes,With one chain of thy neck.
His eyes are like doves beside the water-brooks,Washed with milk, and {Or, sitting by full streams}fitly set.
His head is as the most fine gold;His locks are {Or, curling}bushy, and black as a raven.
Now the children of Reuben and the children of Gad had a very great multitude of cattle: and when they saw the land of Jazer, and the land of Gilead, that, behold, the place was a place for cattle;
How fair is thy love, my sister, my bride!How much better is thy love than wine!And the fragrance of thine oils than all manner of spices!
Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls.
Turn away thine eyes from me,For they {Or, make me afraid}have overcome me.Thy hair is as a flock of goats,That lie along the side of Gilead.
And Moses gave Gilead unto Machir the son of Manasseh; and he dwelt therein.
Behold, thou art fair, my love;Behold thou art fair; {Or, Thou hast doves' eyes}Thine eyes are as doves.
doing nothing through faction or through vainglory, but in lowliness of mind each counting other better than himself;
not looking each of you to his own things, but each of you also to the things of others.
Have this mind in you, which was also in Christ Jesus:
Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranateBehind thy veil.
My beloved spake, and said unto me,Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Thy head upon thee is like Carmel,And the hair of thy head like purple;The king is held captive in the tresses thereof.
O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock,In the covert of the steep place,Let me see thy countenance,Let me hear thy voice;For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
So will the king desire thy beauty;For he is thy lord; and reverence thou him.
And thy renown went forth among the nations for thy beauty; for it was perfect, through my majesty which I had put upon thee, saith the Lord Jehovah.
But we all, with unveiled face {Or, reflecting as a mirror}beholding as in a mirror the glory of the Lord, are transformed into the same image from glory to glory, even as from the Lord the Spirit.