Znaleziono 110 Wyniki dla: Beloved

  • Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat the fruit of his apple trees. I am come into my garden, O my sister, my spouse, I have gathered my myrrh, with my aromatical spices: I have eaten the honeycomb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends, and drink, and be inebriated, my dearly beloved. (Song of Solomon 5, 1)

  • I sleep, and my heart watcheth; the voice of my beloved knocking: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is full of dew, and my locks of the drops of the nights. (Song of Solomon 5, 2)

  • My beloved put his hand through the key hole, and my bowels were moved at his touch. (Song of Solomon 5, 4)

  • I arose up to open to my beloved: my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the choicest myrrh. (Song of Solomon 5, 5)

  • I opened the bolt of my door to my beloved: but he had turned aside, and was gone. My soul melted when he spoke: I sought him, and found him not: I called, and he did not answer me. (Song of Solomon 5, 6)

  • I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him that I languish with love. (Song of Solomon 5, 8)

  • What manner of one is thy beloved of the beloved, O thou most beautiful among women? what manner of one is thy beloved of the beloved, that thou hast so adjured us? (Song of Solomon 5, 9)

  • My beloved is white and ruddy, chosen out of thousands. (Song of Solomon 5, 10)

  • His throat most sweet, and he is all lovely: such is my beloved, and he is my friend, O ye daughters of Jerusalem. (Song of Solomon 5, 16)

  • Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou most beautiful among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside, and we will seek him with thee? (Song of Solomon 5, 17)

  • My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the bed of aromatical spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies. (Song of Solomon 6, 1)

  • I to my beloved, and my beloved to me, who feedeth among the lilies. (Song of Solomon 6, 2)


A humildade e a caridade são as “cordas mestras”. Todas as outras virtudes dependem delas. Uma é a mais baixa; a outra é a mais alta. ( P.e Pio ) São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina