Catholic Public Domain Version
"Until the day rises and the shadows decline, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense."
— Song Of Solomon 4:6, Catholic Public Domain Version
“Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.”
“ Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense. ”
“Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.”
“Until the dawn arrives and the shadows flee, I will go up to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.”
“Till the day break, and the shadows retire, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.”
“Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.”
“Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.”
Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon, and your eloquence is sweetness. Like a piece of pomegranate, so are your cheeks, except for what is hidden within.
Your neck is like the tower of David, which was built with ramparts: a thousand shields are hanging from it, all the armor of the strong.
Your two breasts are like two young does, twins that pasture among the lilies.
Until the day rises and the shadows decline, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.
You are totally beautiful, my love, and there is no blemish in you.
Advance from Lebanon, my spouse, advance from Lebanon, advance. You shall be crowned at the head of Amana, near the summit of Senir and Hermon, by the dens of lions, by the mountains of leopards.
You have wounded my heart, my sister, my spouse. You have wounded my heart with one look of your eyes, and with one lock of hair on your neck.