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Ask a QuestionThe Daughters of Jerusalem What is your beloved More than another beloved, O fairest among women? What is your beloved More than another beloved, That you so charge us?
His legs are pillars of marble Set on bases of fine gold. His countenance is like Lebanon, Excellent as the cedars.
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep Which have come up from the washing; Every one bears twins, And none is barren among them.
Your navel is a rounded goblet; It lacks no blended beverage. Your waist is a heap of wheat Set about with lilies.
"As I live," says the Lord GOD, "neither your sister Sodom nor her daughters have done as you and your daughters have done.
A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, That lies all night between my breasts.
The Daughters of Jerusalem Where has your beloved gone, O fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned aside, That we may seek him with you?
The Beloved O my love, you are as beautiful as Tirzah, Lovely as Jerusalem, Awesome as an army with banners!
The mandrakes give off a fragrance, And at our gates are pleasant fruits, All manner, new and old, Which I have laid up for you, my beloved.
Can a virgin forget her ornaments, Or a bride her attire? Yet My people have forgotten Me days without number.
"Then I washed you in water; yes, I thoroughly washed off your blood, and I anointed you with oil.
"You also played the harlot with the Assyrians, because you were insatiable; indeed you played the harlot with them and still were not satisfied.
"Indeed everyone who quotes proverbs will use this proverb against you: 'Like mother, like daughter!'
"And they were haughty and committed abomination before Me; therefore I took them away as I saw fit.
Then I, John, saw the holy city, New Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband.
The SHULAMITE Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth - For your love is better than wine.
The Shulamite to the Daughters of Jerusalem He brought me to the banqueting house, And his banner over me was love.
Her Brothers Catch us the foxes, The little foxes that spoil the vines, For our vines have tender grapes.
His cheeks are like a bed of spices, Banks of scented herbs. His lips are lilies, Dripping liquid myrrh.
Turn your eyes away from me, For they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats Going down from Gilead.