song of songs bot
@songofsongsbot.bsky.social
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
by @alice.bsky.sh
translation: http://benwhitmore.altervista.org/song-solomon/
source: https://github.com/aliceisjustplaying/songofsongs-bot-bsky
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Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
December 5, 2025 at 12:00 PM
Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they bruised me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
December 5, 2025 at 6:00 AM
The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they bruised me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
December 5, 2025 at 12:00 AM
I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
December 4, 2025 at 6:00 PM
Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts: what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for? If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she be a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar.
December 4, 2025 at 12:00 PM
We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts: what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for? If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she be a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar.
Behold, thou art fair, my beloved! Yea, pleasant! Yea, our bed is fresh; the beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters are of fir.
December 4, 2025 at 6:00 AM
Behold, thou art fair, my beloved! Yea, pleasant! Yea, our bed is fresh; the beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters are of fir.
Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
December 4, 2025 at 12:00 AM
Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
I am dark, and comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem: as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
December 3, 2025 at 6:00 PM
I am dark, and comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem: as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
As the lily among thorns, so is my shepherdess among the daughters.
December 3, 2025 at 12:00 PM
As the lily among thorns, so is my shepherdess among the daughters.
Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.
December 3, 2025 at 6:00 AM
Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.
I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
December 3, 2025 at 12:00 AM
I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my shepherdess, my lovely one, and come away.
December 2, 2025 at 6:00 PM
My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my shepherdess, my lovely one, and come away.
I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handle of the bolt.
December 2, 2025 at 12:00 PM
I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handle of the bolt.
Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon; he appointed the vineyard unto keepers; each of whom for the fruit thereof was to bring in a thousand pieces of silver.
December 2, 2025 at 6:00 AM
Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon; he appointed the vineyard unto keepers; each of whom for the fruit thereof was to bring in a thousand pieces of silver.
The voice of my beloved! behold, it cometh leaping over the mountains, skipping upon the hills. My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.
December 2, 2025 at 12:00 AM
The voice of my beloved! behold, it cometh leaping over the mountains, skipping upon the hills. My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.
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.
December 1, 2025 at 6:00 PM
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.
His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
December 1, 2025 at 12:00 PM
His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
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.
December 1, 2025 at 6:00 AM
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.
My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the darling of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her:
December 1, 2025 at 12:00 AM
My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the darling of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her:
I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.
November 30, 2025 at 6:00 PM
I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.
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.
November 30, 2025 at 12:00 PM
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.
O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, concealed in the cliff, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; thy pleasant voice, and thy comely countenance.
November 30, 2025 at 6:00 AM
O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, concealed in the cliff, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; thy pleasant voice, and thy comely countenance.
How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, in deliciousness! This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters [of dates].
November 30, 2025 at 12:00 AM
How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, in deliciousness! This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters [of dates].
Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither hast thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.
November 29, 2025 at 6:00 PM
Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither hast thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.
Behold, thou art fair, my shepherdess! Behold, thou art fair! Thou hast doves’ eyes.
November 29, 2025 at 12:00 PM
Behold, thou art fair, my shepherdess! Behold, thou art fair! Thou hast doves’ eyes.