Song of Songs 7:5
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.
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.
Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.
Your head crowns you like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple; the king is held captive by your locks.
Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.
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That heade that stondeth vpon the is like Carmel: The hayre of thy heade is like the kynges purple folden vp in plates.
Thine head vpon thee is as skarlet, and the bush of thine head like purple: the King is tyed in the rafters.
That head that standeth vpon thee is lyke Carmel: and the heere of thy head is like purple, and like a kyng dwellyng among many water conduites.
Thine head upon thee [is] like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king [is] held in the galleries.
Your head on you is like Carmel, The hair of your head like purple; The king is held captive in its tresses.
Thy head upon thee as Carmel, And the locks of thy head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!
Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thy head like purple; The king is held captive in the tresses `thereof'.
Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thy head like purple; The king is held captive in the tresses [thereof] .
Your head is like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple, in whose net the king is prisoner.
Your head on you is like Carmel. The hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in its tresses.
Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel. The locks of your hair are like royal tapestries– the king is held captive in its tresses!
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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.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes coming up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and not one of them has lost its young.
7 Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your veil.
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?
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.
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.
9 I said, 'I will climb the palm tree and take hold of its branches.' Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples.
10 Your mouth is like the finest wine, flowing smoothly for my beloved, gliding over the lips of those who are asleep.
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.
2 Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn sheep coming up from the washing place, each one having its twin, and there is none missing.
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.
6 Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and the hill of frankincense.
7 You are altogether beautiful, my love; there is no blemish in you.
9 What makes your beloved better than another beloved, most beautiful among women? What makes your beloved better than another, that you should beg us so passionately?
10 My beloved is radiant and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.
11 His head is purest gold; his locks are wavy, black as a raven.
12 His eyes are like doves beside streams of water, washed in milk, perfectly set.
13 His cheeks are like a bed of spices, towers of scented herbs. His lips are lilies dripping with flowing myrrh.
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.
14 My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi.
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.
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.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is more delightful than wine.
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.
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!
11 Your lips, my bride, drip honey like a honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue, and the fragrance of your garments is like the scent of Lebanon.
12 I put a ring on your nose, earrings on your ears, and a beautiful crown on your head.
11 Listen, daughter, consider and incline your ear; forget your people and your father's house.
9 She will place a garland of grace on your head; she will present you with a crown of splendor.
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.
2 It is like the precious oil on the head, running down on the beard, the beard of Aaron, running down onto the collar of his robes.
8 You have loved righteousness and hated wickedness; therefore God, your God, has anointed you with the oil of joy above your companions.
13 Your branches are an orchard of pomegranates with choice fruits, henna with nard plants.
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.
2 I was sleeping, but my heart was awake. I heard the sound of my beloved knocking: "Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my perfect one, for my head is drenched with dew and my hair with the dampness of the night."