Leitura diária na versão Bible American Standard - Inglês
By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
[I said], I will rise now, and go about the city In the streets and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
The watchmen that go about the city found me [To whom I said], Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?
It was but a little that I 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 her that conceived me.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, Until he please.
Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness Like pillars of smoke, Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, With all powders of the merchant?
Behold, it is the litter of Solomon Threescore mighty men are about it, Of the mighty men of Israel.
They all handle the sword, [and] are expert in war: Every man hath his sword upon his thigh, Because of fear in the night.
King Solomon made himself a palanquin Of the wood of Lebanon.
He made the pillars thereof of silver, The bottom thereof of gold, the seat of it of purple, The midst thereof being paved with love, From the daughters of Jerusalem.
Go forth, O ye daughters of Zion, and behold king Solomon, With the crown wherewith his mother hath crowned him In the day of his espousals, And in the day of the gladness of his heart.
Behold, thou art fair, my love behold, thou art fair Thine eyes are [as] doves behind thy veil. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of mount Gilead.
Thy teeth are like a flock [of ewes] that are [newly] shorn, Which are come up from the washing, Whereof every one hath twins, And none is bereaved among them.
Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, And thy mouth is comely. Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil.
Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armory, Whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, All the shields of the mighty men.
Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe, Which feed among the lilies.
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.
Thou art all fair, my love And there is no spot in thee.
Come with me from Lebanon, [my] bride, With me from Lebanon: Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the lions' dens, From the mountains of the leopards.
Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, [my] bride Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.
How fair is thy love, my sister, [my] bride! How much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine oils than all manner of spices!
Thy lips, O [my] bride, drop [as] the honeycomb: Honey and milk are under thy tongue And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
A garden shut up is my sister, [my] bride A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
Thy shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits Henna with spikenard plants,
Spikenard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.
[Thou art] a fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, And flowing streams from Lebanon.
Awake, O north wind And come, thou south Blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, And eat his precious fruits.
I am come into my garden, my sister, [my] bride: 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.
I was asleep, but my heart waked: 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, My locks with the drops of the night.
I have put off my garment How shall I put it on? I have washed my feet how shall I defile them?
My beloved put in his hand by the hole [of the door], And my heart was moved for him.
I rose up to open to my beloved And my hands droppeth with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the bolt.
I opened to my beloved But my beloved had withdrawn himself, [and] was gone. My soul had failed me when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him I called him, but he gave me no answer.
The watchmen that go about the city found me, They smote me, they wounded me The keepers of the walls took away my mantle from me.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, That ye tell him, that I am sick from love.
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 adjure us?
My beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand.
His head is [as] the most fine gold His locks are bushy, [and] black as a raven.
His eyes are like doves beside the water-brooks, Washed with milk, [and] fitly set.
His cheeks are as a bed of spices, [As] banks of sweet herbs: His lips are [as] lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
His hands are [as] rings of gold set with beryl: His body is [as] ivory work overlaid [with] sapphires.
His legs are [as] pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: His aspect is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
His mouth is most sweet Yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
But I hope in the Lord Jesus to send Timothy shortly unto you, that I also may be of good comfort, when I know your state.
For I have no man likeminded, who will care truly for your state.
For they all seek their own, not the things of Jesus Christ.
But ye know the proof of him, that, as a child [serveth] a father, [so] he served with me in furtherance of the gospel.
Him therefore I hope to send forthwith, so soon as I shall see how it will go with me:
but I trust in the Lord that I myself also shall come shortly.
But I counted it necessary to send to you Epaphroditus, my brother and fellow-worker and fellow-soldier, and your messenger and minister to my need
since he longed after you all, and was sore troubled, because ye had heard that he was sick:
for indeed he was sick nigh unto death: but God had mercy on him and not on him only, but on me also, that I might not have sorrow upon sorrow.
I have sent him therefore the more diligently, that, when ye see him again, ye may rejoice, and that I may be the less sorrowful.
Receive him therefore in the Lord with all joy and hold such in honor:
because for the work of Christ he came nigh unto death, hazarding his life to supply that which was lacking in your service toward me.
Finally, my brethren, rejoice in the Lord. To write the same things to you, to me indeed is not irksome, but for you it is safe.
Beware of the dogs, beware of the evil workers, beware of the concision:
for we are the circumcision, who worship by the Spirit of God, and glory in Christ Jesus, and have no confidence in the flesh:
though I myself might have confidence even in the flesh: if any other man thinketh to have confidence in the flesh, I yet more:
circumcised the eighth day, of the stock of Israel, of the tribe of Benjamin, a Hebrew of Hebrews as touching the law, a Pharisee
as touching zeal, persecuting the church as touching the righteousness which is in the law, found blameless.
Howbeit what things were gain to me, these have I counted loss for Christ.
Yea verily, and I count all things to be loss for the excellency of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord: for whom I suffered the loss of all things, and do count them but refuse, that I may gain Christ,
and be found in him, not having a righteousness of mine own, [even] that which is of the law, but that which is through faith in Christ, the righteousness which is from God by faith:
that I may know him, and the power of his resurrection, and the fellowship of his sufferings, becoming conformed unto his death
if by any means I may attain unto the resurrection from the dead.