Song of Songs 8:10
I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. Thus I have become in his eyes like one who brings peace.
I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. Thus I have become in his eyes like one who brings peace.
I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favour.
I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers; then I was in his eyes as one who found favor.
I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favour.
Yf I be a wall, & my brestes like towres, then am I as one that hath founde fauoure in his sight.
I am a wall, and my breasts are as towres: then was I in his eyes as one that findeth peace.
I am a wall, and my brestes lyke towres, then was I as one that hath founde fauour in his syght.
I [am] a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favour.
I am a wall, and my breasts like towers, Then I was in his eyes like one who found peace.
I `am' a wall, and my breasts as towers, Then I have been in his eyes as one finding peace.
I am a wall, and my breasts like the towers `thereof' Then was I in his eyes as one that found peace.
I am a wall, and my breasts like the towers [thereof] Then was I in his eyes as one that found peace.
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 like towers, then I was in his eyes like one who found peace.
The Beloved: I was a wall, and my breasts were like fortress towers. Then I found favor in his eyes.
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8We have a little sister, and she has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister on the day she is spoken for?
9If she is a wall, we will build on her a battlement of silver. But if she is a door, we will enclose her with panels of cedar.
4Your neck is like the tower of David, built with layers; a thousand shields hang on it, all the shields of mighty warriors.
5Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, grazing among the lilies.
6Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and the hill of frankincense.
2How 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.
3Your navel is a rounded bowl that never lacks mixed wine. Your belly is a heap of wheat encircled by lilies.
4Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
10Your mouth is like the finest wine, flowing smoothly for my beloved, gliding over the lips of those who are asleep.
6Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, and the flowing locks of your hair are like royal purple. The king is captivated by its tresses.
7How beautiful and pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!
8Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters.
1Oh, 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.
2I 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.
3His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.
9My dove, my perfect one, is the only one, the darling of her mother, pure to the one who bore her. The young women saw her and called her blessed; the queens and concubines praised her.
10Who is this who looks down like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, awe-inspiring as an army with banners?
11I 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.
12Before I realized it, my desire set me among the chariots of my noble people.
9My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Behold, he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice.
10My beloved spoke and said to me, 'Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.'
7The watchmen who go about the city found me; they struck me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
8I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, what will you tell him? Tell him that I am lovesick.
5I am dark but lovely, daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
13My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh resting between my breasts.
14My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi.
15Behold, you are beautiful, my love! Behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are like doves.
3The watchmen who patrol the city found me. "Have you seen the one my soul loves?"
4Scarcely had I passed them when I found the one my soul loves. I held him and would not let him go until I had brought him to my mother’s house, to the room of the one who conceived me.
12A locked garden is my sister, my bride—an enclosed spring, a sealed fountain.
9I compare you, my love, to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.
10Your cheeks are lovely with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
9You 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.
10How 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!
10He made its posts of silver, its backrest of gold, its seat of purple; its interior was lovingly inlaid by the daughters of Jerusalem.
11Come 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.
3Like 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.
4He brought me to the banquet hall, and his banner over me is love.
15His legs are pillars of marble, set on bases of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
1I 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.
6For at the window of my house, through my lattice, I looked out.
3I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine; he grazes among the lilies.
4You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my love, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as an army with banners.
5Turn your eyes away from me, for they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead.
1I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
12I put a ring on your nose, earrings on your ears, and a beautiful crown on your head.
5Who 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.
12His eyes are like doves beside streams of water, washed in milk, perfectly set.
16My beloved is mine and I am his; he grazes among the lilies.
11Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon. He entrusted the vineyard to caretakers; each one was to bring a thousand pieces of silver for its fruit.