דּוֹד
dod (H1730G)
beloved
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# Analysis of דּוֹד (dod) The Hebrew word *dod* carries the primary meaning of "beloved" and appears 33 times throughout the biblical text. This count suggests it was a meaningful but not heavily emphasized term in biblical vocabulary. The word functions as a relational descriptor, indicating someone held in special affection or regard within personal relationships. Given its semantic range as "beloved," the term would naturally appear in contexts involving family bonds, romantic attachment, or expressions of deep personal connection. With 33 occurrences across the biblical corpus, the word marks a specific emotional valuation—distinguishing those who are "beloved" from mere acquaintances or general populations. This selectivity in usage implies that biblical authors employed *dod* when they wished to signal particular emotional weight or relational significance in their narratives. The limited data provided does not permit detailed analysis of specific contexts or variations in meaning across different biblical books. However, the consistent designation of "beloved" indicates that *dod* served as a straightforward lexical marker for affection in biblical Hebrew, anchoring personal relationships within a vocabulary that acknowledged degrees of closeness and emotional bonds.
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My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh, that lies between my breasts.
My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi.
Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved, yes, pleasant; and our couch is verdant.
As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, his fruit was sweet to my taste.
The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.
My beloved is like a roe or a young deer. Behold, he stands behind our wall! He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice.
My beloved spoke, and said to me, “Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies.
Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a roe or a young deer on the mountains of Bether.
Awake, north wind, and come, you south! Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits.
I was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks: “Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and my hair with the dampness of the night.”
My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded for him.
I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
I opened to my beloved; but my beloved left, and had gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I didn’t find him. I called him, but he didn’t answer.
I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love.
How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us?
My beloved is white and ruddy. The best among ten thousand.
His mouth is sweetness; yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.
Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?
My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine. He browses among the lilies.
Your mouth is like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.
I am my beloved’s. His desire is toward me.
Come, my beloved! Let’s go out into the field. Let’s lodge in the villages.
The mandrakes produce fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.
Who is this who comes up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? Under the apple tree I aroused you. There your mother conceived you. There she was in labor and bore you.
Come away, my beloved! Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices!