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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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.
November 11, 2025 at 6:00 AM
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.
Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: cause me to hear it.
November 11, 2025 at 12:00 AM
Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: cause me to hear it.
Look at you, my lovely shepherdess; Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes within thy tresses: thy hair is as a flock of goats descending from mount Gilead.
November 10, 2025 at 6:00 PM
Look at you, my lovely shepherdess; Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes within thy tresses: thy hair is as a flock of goats descending from mount Gilead.
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.
November 10, 2025 at 12:00 PM
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.
For, lo! the winter, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; The flowers appear on the earth; the time of pruning is come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the blossom of the vines give their scent.
November 10, 2025 at 6:00 AM
For, lo! the winter, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; The flowers appear on the earth; the time of pruning is come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the blossom of the vines give their scent.
My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
November 10, 2025 at 12:00 AM
My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
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.
November 9, 2025 at 6:00 PM
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.
While the king is in his chamber, my spikenard sendeth forth the fragrance he gave. A bundle of myrrh is my beloved unto me; he lieth all night betwixt my breasts. My beloved is unto me as a spray of camphire blossom in the vineyards of En Gedi.
November 9, 2025 at 12:00 PM
While the king is in his chamber, my spikenard sendeth forth the fragrance he gave. A bundle of myrrh is my beloved unto me; he lieth all night betwixt my breasts. My beloved is unto me as a spray of camphire blossom in the vineyards of En Gedi.
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.
November 9, 2025 at 6:00 AM
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.
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.
November 9, 2025 at 12:00 AM
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.
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.
November 8, 2025 at 6:00 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.
Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.
November 8, 2025 at 12:00 PM
Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.
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.
November 8, 2025 at 6:00 AM
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.
Arise, come away, my shepherdess, my lovely, and come away!
November 8, 2025 at 12:00 AM
Arise, come away, my shepherdess, my lovely, and come away!
O that thou wert as my brother, that nursed at the breasts of my mother! When I should meet thee in the street, I would kiss thee; yea, I should not be rebuffed.
November 7, 2025 at 6:00 PM
O that thou wert as my brother, that nursed at the breasts of my mother! When I should meet thee in the street, I would kiss thee; yea, I should not be rebuffed.
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.
November 7, 2025 at 12:00 PM
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.
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!
November 7, 2025 at 6:00 AM
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!
A garden inclosed is my sister, my bride; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
November 7, 2025 at 12:00 AM
A garden inclosed is my sister, my bride; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
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.
November 6, 2025 at 6:00 PM
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.
There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.
November 6, 2025 at 12:00 PM
There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.
Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither hast thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.
November 6, 2025 at 6:00 AM
Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither hast thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.
His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.
November 6, 2025 at 12:00 AM
His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.
Thine head crowns thee like Mount Carmel, and the hair of thine head like royal purple bound in tresses.
November 5, 2025 at 6:00 PM
Thine head crowns thee like Mount Carmel, and the hair of thine head like royal purple bound in tresses.
Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
November 5, 2025 at 12:00 PM
Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
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.
November 5, 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.