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posts a verse/section every six hours from my favorite book of the bible/tanakh. by @alice.bsky.sh translation: http://benwhitmore.altervista.org/song-solomon/ source: https://github.com/aliceisjustplaying/songofsongs-bot-bsky

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song of songs bot @songofsongsbot.bsky.social · Oct 31

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song of songs bot @songofsongsbot.bsky.social · 1h

The Song of Songs, which is Solomon’s:

song of songs bot @songofsongsbot.bsky.social · 7h

He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love. Sustain me with raisin cakes, refresh me with apricots: for I am lovesick. His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.

song of songs bot @songofsongsbot.bsky.social · 13h

Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.

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song of songs bot @songofsongsbot.bsky.social · 19h

My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies, Until the breeze of the day, and the shadows flee. Turn, my beloved, and be thou like a gazelle or a young hart upon the cleft mountains.

song of songs bot @songofsongsbot.bsky.social · 1d

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.

song of songs bot @songofsongsbot.bsky.social · 1d

Look at you, my lovely shepherdess; Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes within thy tresses: thy hair is as a flock of goats descending from mount Gilead.

song of songs bot @songofsongsbot.bsky.social · 1d

Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vines and the blossom of the vineyards.

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song of songs bot @songofsongsbot.bsky.social · 1d

Draw me after you, let us hurry! The king hath brought me into his chambers. We will exult and rejoice in thee; we will remember thy affections more than wine. The upright love thee.

song of songs bot @songofsongsbot.bsky.social · 2d

I have put off my coat; how could I put it back on? I have washed my feet; how could I dirty them? My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my womb was moved for him.

song of songs bot @songofsongsbot.bsky.social · 2d

Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither hast thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.

song of songs bot @songofsongsbot.bsky.social · 2d

How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince’s daughter! The curves of thy thighs are like jewels, the handiwork of a master craftsman. Thy navel is a rounded goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is a heap of wheat grains set about with lilies.

song of songs bot @songofsongsbot.bsky.social · 2d

A garden inclosed is my sister, my bride; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

song of songs bot @songofsongsbot.bsky.social · 3d

Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle. Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath Rabbim. Thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.

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song of songs bot @songofsongsbot.bsky.social · 3d

My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my shepherdess, my lovely one, and come away.

song of songs bot @songofsongsbot.bsky.social · 3d

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 pleasant fruits.

song of songs bot @songofsongsbot.bsky.social · 3d

Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.

song of songs bot @songofsongsbot.bsky.social · 4d

How beautiful are thy nipples, my sister, my bride! Thy breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the scent of thy perfume surpasseth all spices!

song of songs bot @songofsongsbot.bsky.social · 4d

I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: thus did I find favour in his eyes.

song of songs bot @songofsongsbot.bsky.social · 4d

His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven. His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and well set. His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.

song of songs bot @songofsongsbot.bsky.social · 4d

The watchmen that go about the city found me: Saw ye him whom my soul loveth? I had barely passed from them, when I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother’s house, and into the chamber of my conception.

song of songs bot @songofsongsbot.bsky.social · 5d

I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.

song of songs bot @songofsongsbot.bsky.social · 5d

I have compared thee, O my love, to my mare among Pharaoh’s chariots. Thy cheeks are lovely with rows of jewels, thy neck with threaded beads. We will make thee bead-rows of gold with studs of silver.

song of songs bot @songofsongsbot.bsky.social · 5d

Come and see, O ye daughters of Zion: King Solomon in the crown with which his mother crowned him in the day of his espousals, and in the day of his heart’s rejoicing.

song of songs bot @songofsongsbot.bsky.social · 5d

Thy bush is an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard, Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices: A fountain enclosed, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.

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song of songs bot @songofsongsbot.bsky.social · 6d

Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them. As a piece of a pomegranate are thy cheeks within thy tresses.