Song of Songs 7:8
Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters.
Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters.
I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
I said, I will climb the palm tree, I will take hold of its branches. Now let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the fragrance of your breath like apples;
I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
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I wil clymme vp into the date tre, and take holde of his braunches. Thy brestes also shalbe as the vyne grapes, the smell of thy nostrels like the smell of apples,
I saide, I will goe vp into the palme tree, I will take holde of her boughes: thy breastes shall nowe be like the clusters of the vine: and the sauour of thy nose like apples,
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I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
I said, "I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit." Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, The smell of your breath like apples, Beloved
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,
I said, I will climb up into the palm-tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof: Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, And the smell of thy breath like apples,
I said, I will climb up into the palm-tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof: Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, And the smell of thy breath like apples,
I 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;
I said, "I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit." Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples, Beloved
I want to climb the palm tree, and take hold of its fruit stalks. May your breasts be like the clusters of grapes, and may the fragrance of your breath be like apples!
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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!
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.
11 I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.
12 Come, my beloved, let us go out into the fields; let us lodge in the villages.
13 Let us rise early and go to the vineyards to see if the vines have budded, if their blossoms have opened, and if the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love.
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.
13 The fig tree ripens its early fruit; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
14 My dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the cliff, show me your face, let me hear your voice, for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.
1 Oh, that you were like a brother to me, one who nursed at my mother's breasts! If I found you outside, I would kiss you, and no one would despise me.
2 I would lead you and bring you to my mother's house, where you would teach me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, the nectar of my pomegranates.
3 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.
4 I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, do not awaken or stir up love until it pleases.
5 Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? Under the apple tree I awakened you. There your mother was in labor with you; there she who bore you was in labor.
3 Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the young men. I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.
11 I went down to the walnut grove to see the blossoms of the valley, to see whether the vines had budded, whether the pomegranates were in bloom.
13 My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh resting between my breasts.
14 My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi.
13 Your branches are an orchard of pomegranates with choice fruits, henna with nard plants.
5 Strengthen me with raisin cakes, refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love.
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.
6 I will be like the dew to Israel; he will blossom like a lily and take root like the cedars of Lebanon.
7 His branches will spread out; his beauty will be like the olive tree, and his fragrance like the cedars of Lebanon.
1 I have entered my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my spices. I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, friends, and drink; be intoxicated with love.
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."
17 'I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.'
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride; come with me from Lebanon. Descend from the peak of Amana, from the summit of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of lions and the mountains of leopards.
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.
14 Hurry, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.
15 You are a spring of gardens, a well of fresh water, flowing streams from Lebanon.
16 Awaken, north wind, and come, south wind! Breathe on my garden so that its spices may flow. Let my beloved come into his garden and taste its choice fruits.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. Thus I have become in his eyes like one who brings peace.
1 Let me sing now for my beloved a song of my beloved about his vineyard: My beloved had a vineyard on a fertile hill.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is more delightful than wine.
7 Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your veil.
5 Turn your eyes away from me, for they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead.
10 My beloved spoke and said to me, 'Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.'
3 Your lips are like a scarlet thread, and your speech is lovely. Your cheeks are like a slice of pomegranate behind your veil.
13 His cheeks are like a bed of spices, towers of scented herbs. His lips are lilies dripping with flowing myrrh.
2 My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to graze in the gardens and to gather lilies.
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.
11 But the fig tree replied, 'Should I stop producing my sweetness and my good fruit, to go sway over the trees?'