◄ Songs 8:14 ►
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Good News Translation
Come to me, my lover, like a gazelle, like a young stag on the mountains where spices grow.

New Revised Standard Version
Make haste, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag upon the mountains of spices!

Contemporary English Version
Hurry to me, my darling! Run faster than a deer to mountains of spices.

New American Bible
Swiftly, my lover, be like a gazelle or a young stag upon the mountains of spices.

Douay-Rheims Bible
Flee away, O my beloved, and be like to the roe, and to the young hart upon the mountains of aromatical spices.

Treasury of Scripture Knowledge

Flee away, O my beloved, and be like to the roe, and to the young hart upon the mountains of aromatical spices.

make haste

Songs 2:17 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.

Luke 19:12 He said therefore: a certain nobleman went into a far country, to receive for himself a kingdom and to return.

Philippians 1:23 But I am straitened between two: having a desire to be dissolved and to be with Christ, a thing by far the better.

Revelation 22:17,20 And the spirit and the bride say: Come. And he that heareth, let him say: Come. And he that thirsteth, let him come. And he that will, let him take the water of life, freely. . . .

Context
Longing for Her Beloved
…13Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the friends hearken: make me hear thy voice. 14Flee away, O my beloved, and be like to the roe, and to the young hart upon the mountains of aromatical spices.
Cross References
Deuteronomy 12:15
But if thou desirest to eat, and the eating of flesh delight thee, kill, and eat according to the blessing of the Lord thy God, which he hath given thee, in thy cities: whether it be unclean, that is to say, having blemish or defect: or clean, that is to say, sound and without blemish, such as may be offered, as the roe, and the hart, shalt thou eat it:

Songs 2:7
I adjure you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and the harts of the field, that you stir not up, nor make the beloved to awake, till she please.

Songs 2:9
My beloved is like a roe, or a young hart. Behold he standeth behind our wall, looking through the windows, looking through the lattices.

Songs 4:6
Till the day break, and the shadows retire, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

Songs 8:13
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