Quotes About Desire

My beloved is dazzling and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.

His head is purest gold; his hair is wavy and black as a raven.

Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Which way has he turned? We will seek him with you.

Turn your eyes away from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down from Gilead.

Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.

There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number,

Before I realized it, my desire had set me among the royal chariots of my people.

Come back, come back, O Shulammite! Come back, come back, that we may gaze upon you. Why do you look at the Shulammite, as on the dance of Mahanaim?

How beautiful are your sandaled feet, O daughter of the prince! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the handiwork of a master.

Your navel is a rounded goblet; it never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by the lilies.

Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.

Your neck is like a tower made of ivory; your eyes are like the pools of Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim; your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, facing toward Damascus.

Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, the hair of your head like purple threads; the king is captured in your tresses.

Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit.

I said, “I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit.” May your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples,

I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.

O that you were to me like a brother who nursed at my motherís breasts! If I found you outdoors, I would kiss you, and no one would despise me.

O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you: Do not arouse or awaken love until the time is right.

You who dwell in the gardens, my companions are listening for your voice. Let me hear it!

Come away, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.

In that day seven women will take hold of one man and say, “We will eat our own bread and provide our own clothes. Just let us be called by your name. Take away our disgrace!”

Behold, I will stir up against them the Medes, who have no regard for silver and no desire for gold.

My heart falters; fear makes me tremble. The twilight of my desire has turned to horror.

Yes, we wait for You, O LORD; we walk in the path of Your judgments. Your name and renown are the desire of our souls.