chapter_Song_of Solomon 7
Song of Solomon 7:1: As the chorus of 'Mahanaim.' How beautiful were thy feet with sandals, O daughter of Nadib. The turnings of thy sides are as ornaments, Work of the hands of an artificer. Song of Solomon 7:2: Thy waist is a basin of roundness, It lacketh not the mixture, Thy body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies, Song of Solomon 7:3: Thy two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe, Song of Solomon 7:4: Thy neck as a tower of the ivory, Thine eyes pools in Heshbon, near the gate of Bath-Rabbim, Thy face as a tower of Lebanon looking to Damascus, Song of Solomon 7:5: Thy head upon thee as Carmel, And the locks of thy head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings! Song of Solomon 7:6: How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights. Song of Solomon 7:7: This thy stature hath been like to a palm, And thy breasts to clusters. Song of Solomon 7:8: I said, 'Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs, Yea, let thy breasts be, I pray thee, as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy face as citrons, Song of Solomon 7:9: And thy palate as the good wine &#8212; 'Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged! Song of Solomon 7:10: I am my beloved's, and on me is his desire. Song of Solomon 7:11: Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field, Song of Solomon 7:12: We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, We see if the vine hath flourished, The sweet smelling-flower hath opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, There do I give to thee my loves; Song of Solomon 7:13: The mandrakes have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, yea, old, my beloved, I laid up for thee!
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