Song of Songs 7:1
Come back, come back, O Shulammite! Come back, come back, that we may gaze upon you. Why should you gaze at the Shulammite as at the dance of two camps?
Come back, come back, O Shulammite! Come back, come back, that we may gaze upon you. Why should you gaze at the Shulammite as at the dance of two camps?
How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.
How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful craftsman.
How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.
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O how pleasaunt are thy treadinges with thy shues, thou prynces daughter? Thy thees are like a fayre iewell, which is wrought by a connynge workmaster:
Howe beautifull are thy goings with shooes, O princes daughter! the ioynts of thy thighs are like iewels: the worke of the hande of a cunning workeman.
O howe pleasaunt are thy treadynges with thy shoes, thou princes daughter? the ioyntes of thy thighes are like a faire iewell, which is wrought by a cunnyng workemaister.
¶ How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of thy thighs [are] like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.
How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince's daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of a skillful workman.
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.
How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! Thy rounded thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of a skilful workman.
How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! Thy rounded thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of a skilful workman.
How beautiful are your feet in their shoes, O king's daughter! The curves of your legs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a good workman:
How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince's daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.
The Lover to His Beloved:(7:2) How beautiful are your sandaled feet, O nobleman’s daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a master craftsman.
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2 How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O noble daughter! The curves of your thighs are like ornaments crafted by the hands of a skilled artist.
3 Your navel is a rounded bowl that never lacks mixed wine. Your belly is a heap of wheat encircled by lilies.
4 Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
5 Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, looking toward Damascus.
6 Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, and the flowing locks of your hair are like royal purple. The king is captivated by its tresses.
7 How beautiful and pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!
8 Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters.
13 His cheeks are like a bed of spices, towers of scented herbs. His lips are lilies dripping with flowing myrrh.
14 His hands are rods of gold, set with beryl. His body is polished ivory, adorned with sapphires.
15 His legs are pillars of marble, set on bases of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
16 His mouth is sweetness itself; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.
8 If you do not know, most beautiful of women, follow the tracks of the sheep and graze your young goats near the shepherds' tents.
9 I compare you, my love, to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.
10 Your cheeks are lovely with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
11 We will make you ornaments of gold studded with silver.
3 Your lips are like a scarlet thread, and your speech is lovely. Your cheeks are like a slice of pomegranate behind your veil.
4 Your neck is like the tower of David, built with layers; a thousand shields hang on it, all the shields of mighty warriors.
5 Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, grazing among the lilies.
11 I adorned you with jewelry: I put bracelets on your wrists and a necklace around your neck.
12 I put a ring on your nose, earrings on your ears, and a beautiful crown on your head.
13 So you were adorned with gold and silver, and your garments were of fine linen, silk, and embroidery. You ate fine flour, honey, and oil, and you became exceedingly beautiful and advanced to royalty.
14 Your fame spread among the nations because of your beauty, for it was perfect through the splendor that I had bestowed on you, declares the Lord GOD.
15 But you trusted in your beauty and acted like a prostitute because of your fame. You lavished your acts of prostitution on every passerby, willing to be his.
7 Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your veil.
4 You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my love, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as an army with banners.
5 Turn your eyes away from me, for they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead.
1 Behold, you are beautiful, my love, behold, you are beautiful! Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down Mount Gilead.
11 Listen, daughter, consider and incline your ear; forget your people and your father's house.
12 The king will desire your beauty; bow down to him, for he is your lord.
13 The daughter of Tyre will come with a gift; the wealthy among the people will seek your favor.
7 You are altogether beautiful, my love; there is no blemish in you.
15 Behold, you are beautiful, my love! Behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are like doves.
16 Behold, you are handsome, my beloved, truly delightful. Our bed is lush and green.
9 You have captivated my heart, my sister, my bride; you have captivated my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace.
10 How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your oils than any spice!
8 You have loved righteousness and hated wickedness; therefore God, your God, has anointed you with the oil of joy above your companions.
9 All your garments are fragrant with myrrh, aloes, and cassia; from ivory palaces, stringed instruments bring you joy.
3 The fragrance of your perfume is pleasing; your name is like perfume poured out. No wonder the young women love you!
4 Take me away with you—let us run! The king has brought me into his chambers. We will rejoice and be glad in you; we will celebrate your love more than wine. Rightly do they love you.
5 I am dark but lovely, daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
2 My heart overflows with a good theme; I speak my composition to the king. My tongue is like the pen of a skillful writer.
3 You are the most beautiful of the sons of men; grace is poured upon your lips; therefore God has blessed you forever.
2 I have likened the beautiful and delicate Daughter of Zion to her destruction.
16 The LORD says, 'Because the daughters of Zion are haughty, walking with outstretched necks, flirting with their eyes, taking short, mincing steps, and jingling ornaments on their feet,
10 Who is this who looks down like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, awe-inspiring as an army with banners?
10 He made its posts of silver, its backrest of gold, its seat of purple; its interior was lovingly inlaid by the daughters of Jerusalem.
11 Come out, daughters of Zion, and look at King Solomon wearing the crown his mother placed on him on the day of his wedding, the day his heart rejoiced.
25 At the head of every street, you built your high places. You degraded your beauty by spreading your legs to every passerby and multiplied your acts of prostitution.
6 Who is this coming up from the wilderness like columns of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all the fragrant powders of the merchant?
7 I made you grow like a plant of the field. You grew and became tall and reached the age of maturity. Your breasts were formed, and your hair grew, but you were still naked and bare.