Song of Songs 8:10
I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers; then was I in his eyes as one to whom good chance had come.
I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers; then was I in his eyes as one to whom good chance had come.
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8We have a young sister, and she has no breasts; what are we to do for our sister in the day when she is given to a man?
9If she is a wall, we will make on her a strong base of silver; and if she is a door, we will let her be shut up with cedar-wood.
4Your neck is like the tower of David made for a store-house of arms, in which a thousand breastplates are hanging, breastplates for fighting-men.
5Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth, which take their food among the lilies.
6Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
2Your stomach is a store of grain with lilies round it, and in the middle a round cup full of wine.
3Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth.
4Your neck is as a tower of ivory; your eyes like the waters in Heshbon, by the doorway of Bath-rabbim; your nose is as the tower on Lebanon looking over Damascus:
10I am for my loved one, and his desire is for me.
6How beautiful and how sweet you are, O love, for delight.
7You are tall like a palm-tree, and your breasts are like the fruit of the vine.
8I said, Let me go up the palm-tree, and let me take its branches in my hands: your breasts will be as the fruit of the vine, and the smell of your breath like apples;
1Oh that you were my brother, who took milk from my mother's breasts! When I came to you in the street, I would give you kisses; yes, I would not be looked down on.
2I would take you by the hand into my mother's house, and she would be my teacher. I would give you drink of spiced wine, drink of the pomegranate.
3His left hand would be under my head, and his right hand about me.
9My dove, my very beautiful one, is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the dearest one of her who gave her birth. The daughters saw her, and gave her a blessing; yes, the queens and the servant-wives, and they gave her praises.
10Who is she, looking down as the morning light, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, who is to be feared like an army with flags?
11I went down into the garden of nuts to see the green plants of the valley, and to see if the vine was in bud, and the pomegranate-trees were in flower.
12Before I was conscious of it, ...
9My loved one is like a roe; see, he is on the other side of our wall, he is looking in at the windows, letting himself be seen through the spaces.
10My loved one said to me, Get up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
7The keepers who go about the town overtook me; they gave me blows and wounds; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
8I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you see my loved one, what will you say to him? That I am overcome with love.
5I am dark, but fair of form, O daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
13As a bag of myrrh is my well-loved one to me, when he is at rest all night between my breasts.
14My love is to me as a branch of the cypress-tree in the vine-gardens of En-gedi.
15See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove.
3The watchmen who go about the town came by me; to them I said, Have you seen him who is my heart's desire?
4I was but a little way from them, when I came face to face with him who is the love of my soul. I took him by the hands, and did not let him go, till I had taken him into my mother's house, and into the room of her who gave me birth.
12A garden walled-in is my sister, my bride; a garden shut up, a spring of water stopped.
9I have made a comparison of you, O my love, to a horse in Pharaoh's carriages.
10Your face is a delight with rings of hair, your neck with chains of jewels.
9You have taken away my heart, my sister, my bride; you have taken away my heart, with one look you have taken it, with one chain of your neck!
10How fair is your love, my sister! How much better is your love than wine, and the smell of your oils than any perfume!
10He made its pillars of silver, its base of gold, its seat of purple, the middle of it of ebony.
11Go out, O daughters of Jerusalem, and see King Solomon, with the crown which his mother put on his head on the day when he was married, and on the day of the joy of his heart.
3As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood, so is my loved one among the sons. I took my rest under his shade with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
4He took me to the house of wine, and his flag over me was love.
15His legs are as pillars of stone on a base of delicate gold; his looks are as Lebanon, beautiful as the cedar-tree.
1I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride; to take my myrrh with my spice; my wax with my honey; my wine with my milk. Take meat, O friends; take wine, yes, be overcome with love.
6Looking out from my house, and watching through the window,
3I am for my loved one, and my loved one is for me; he takes food among the lilies.
4You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, as fair as Jerusalem; you are to be feared like an army with flags.
5Let your eyes be turned away from me; see, they have overcome me; your hair is as a flock of goats which take their rest on the side of Gilead.
1I am a rose of Sharon, a flower of the valleys.
12And I put a ring in your nose and ear-rings in your ears and a beautiful crown on your head.
5Who is this, who comes up from the waste places, resting on her loved one? It was I who made you awake under the apple-tree, where your mother gave you birth; there she was in pain at your birth.
12His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the water streams, washed with milk, and rightly placed.
16My loved one is mine, and I am his: he takes his food among the flowers.
11Solomon had a vine-garden at Baal-hamon; he let out the vine-garden to keepers; every one had to give a thousand bits of silver for its fruit.