Catholic Public Domain Version
"Bride to Chorus: While the king was taking his rest, my aromatic ointment sent forth its odor. "
— Song Of Solomon 1:11, Catholic Public Domain Version
“We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.”
“We will make thee plaits of gold With studs of silver. ”
“We will make you earrings of gold, with studs of silver. Beloved”
“We will make for you gold ornaments studded with silver.”
“While the king was at his repose, my spikenard sent forth the odour thereof.”
“We will make you chains of gold with ornaments of silver.”
“We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.”
O my love, I have compared you to my company of horsemen against the chariots of Pharaoh.
Your cheeks are beautiful, like those of a turtledove. Your neck is like a bejeweled collar.
Chorus to Bride: We will fashion for you chains of gold, accented with reddened silver.
Bride to Chorus: While the king was taking his rest, my aromatic ointment sent forth its odor.
My beloved is a bundle of myrrh to me. He shall abide between my breasts.
My beloved is a cluster of Cyprus grapes to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi.
Groom to Bride: Behold, you are beautiful, O my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are those of a dove.