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  1. Douay-Rheims

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  • Slovo na cestu

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  • 易读圣经

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  • Textus Receptus
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  • Knjiga o Kristu

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  • Nádej pre každého

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Douay-Rheims
2:1
DRA I am the flower of the field, and the lily of the valleys.
2:2
DRA As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
2:3
DRA As the apple tree among the trees of the woods, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow, whom I desired: and his fruit was sweet to my palate.
2:4
DRA He brought me into the cellar of wine, he set in order charity in me.
2:5
DRA Stay me up with flowers, compass me about with apples: because I languish with love.
2:6
DRA His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
2:7
DRA I adjure you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and the harts of the, fields, that you stir not up, nor make the beloved to awake, till she please.
2:8
DRA The voice of my beloved, behold he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping over the hills.
2:9
DRA My beloved is like a roe, or a young hart. Behold he standeth behind our wall, looking through the windows, looking through the lattices.
2:10
DRA Behold my beloved speaketh to me: Arise, make haste, my love, my dove, my beautiful one, and come.
2:11
DRA For winter is now past, the rain is over and gone.
2:12
DRA The flowers have appeared in our land, the time of pruning is come: the voice of the turtle is heard in our land:
2:13
DRA The fig tree hath put forth her green figs: the vines in flower yield their sweet smell. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come:
2:14
DRA My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollow places of the wall, shew me thy face, let thy voice sound in my ears: for thy voice is sweet, and thy face comely.
2:15
DRA Catch us the little foxes that destroy the vines: for our vineyard hath flourished.
2:16
DRA My beloved to me, and I to him who feedeth among the lilies,
2:17
DRA Till the day break, and the shadows retire. Return: be like, my beloved, to a roe, or to a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.