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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 · 5h

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 · 11h

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 · 17h

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 · 23h

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 · 1d

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 · 1d

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

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

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 · 1d

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

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

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 · 2d

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 · 2d

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 · 2d

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

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

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 · 3d

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 · 3d

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 · 3d

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 · 4d

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 · 4d

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 · 4d

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.

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

Thine head crowns thee like Mount Carmel, and the hair of thine head like royal purple bound in tresses.

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

What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge us? My beloved is dazzling and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.

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

Thou art all fair, my love; there is no blemish in thee.

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

I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, and by the hinds of the field, lest ye rouse up or awaken my love, until she please.

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

I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.

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

Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages. Let us go up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my affections.