תַּאֲוָה

Woe is me! for I am as when they have gathered the summer fruits, as the grapegleanings of the vintage: there is no cluster to eat: my soul desired the firstripe fruit.

Delight thyself also in the LORD; and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart.

She is more precious than rubies: and all the things thou canst desire are not to be compared unto her.

And he said unto her, What wilt thou? She saith unto him, Grant that these my two sons may sit, the one on thy right hand, and the other on the left, in thy kingdom.

But now having no more place in these parts, and having a great desire these many years to come unto you;