Song of Songs 7:3
Thy two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,
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- Song 4:1-77 verses94%
1Lo, thou `art' fair, my friend, lo, thou `art' fair, Thine eyes `are' doves behind thy veil, Thy hair as a row of the goats That have shone from mount Gilead,
2Thy teeth as a row of the shorn ones That have come up from the washing, For all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.
3As a thread of scarlet `are' thy lips, And thy speech `is' comely, As the work of the pomegranate `is' thy temple behind thy veil,
4As the tower of David `is' thy neck, built for an armoury, The chief of the shields are hung on it, All shields of the mighty.
5Thy two breasts `are' as two fawns, Twins of a roe, that are feeding among lilies.
6Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, I will get me unto the mountain of myrrh, And unto the hill of frankincense.
7Thou `art' all fair, my friend, And a blemish there is not in thee. Come from Lebanon, O spouse,
- Song 7:4-107 verses84%
4Thy neck as a tower of the ivory, Thine eyes pools in Heshbon, near the gate of Bath-Rabbim, Thy face as a tower of Lebanon looking to Damascus,
5Thy head upon thee as Carmel, And the locks of thy head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!
6How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights.
7This thy stature hath been like to a palm, And thy breasts to clusters.
8I 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,
9And thy palate as the good wine --' Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!
10I `am' my beloved's, and on me `is' his desire.
- Song 7:1-22 verses83%
1As 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.
2Thy waist `is' a basin of roundness, It lacketh not the mixture, Thy body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,
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19A hind of loves, and a roe of grace! Let her loves satisfy thee at all times, In her love magnify thyself continually.
- Song 1:7-104 verses75%
7Declare to me, thou whom my soul hath loved, Where thou delightest, Where thou liest down at noon, For why am I as one veiled, By the ranks of thy companions?
8If thou knowest not, O fair among women, Get thee forth by the traces of the flock, And feed thy kids by the shepherds' dwellings!
9To my joyous one in chariots of Pharaoh, I have compared thee, my friend,
10Comely have been thy cheeks with garlands, Thy neck with chains.
- Song 6:4-74 verses75%
4Fair `art' thou, my friend, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.
5Turn round thine eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Thy hair `is' as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead,
6Thy teeth as a row of the lambs, That have come up from the washing, Because all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.
7As the work of the pomegranate `is' thy temple behind thy veil.
- Song 1:13-153 verses75%
13A bundle of myrrh `is' my beloved to me, Between my breasts it lodgeth.
14A cluster of cypress `is' my beloved to me, In the vineyards of En-Gedi!
15Lo, thou `art' fair, my friend, Lo, thou `art' fair, thine eyes `are' doves!
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14Or to a young one of the harts on mountains of spices!
- Song 2:7-93 verses74%
7I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the hinds of the field, Stir not up nor wake the love till she please!
8The voice of my beloved! lo, this -- he is coming, Leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.
9My beloved `is' like to a roe, Or to a young one of the harts. Lo, this -- he is standing behind our wall, Looking from the windows, Blooming from the lattice.
- Song 5:12-154 verses74%
12His eyes as doves by streams of water, Washing in milk, sitting in fulness.
13His cheeks as a bed of the spice, towers of perfumes, His lips `are' lilies, dropping flowing myrrh,
14His hands rings of gold, set with beryl, His heart bright ivory, covered with sapphires,
15His limbs pillars of marble, Founded on sockets of fine gold, His appearance as Lebanon, choice as the cedars.
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10I `am' a wall, and my breasts as towers, Then I have been in his eyes as one finding peace.
- Song 4:9-113 verses73%
9Thou hast emboldened me, my sister-spouse, Emboldened me with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.
10How wonderful have been thy loves, my sister-spouse, How much better have been thy loves than wine, And the fragrance of thy perfumes than all spices.
11Thy lips drop honey, O spouse, Honey and milk `are' under thy tongue, And the fragrance of thy garments `Is' as the fragrance of Lebanon.
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5I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the hinds of the field, Stir not up nor wake the love till she please!
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17Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, Turn, be like, my beloved, To a roe, or to a young one of the harts, On the mountains of separation!
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14My dove, in clefts of the rock, In a secret place of the ascent, Cause me to see thine appearance, Cause me to hear thy voice, For thy voice `is' sweet, and thy appearance comely.
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11So that ye suck, and have been satisfied, From the breast of her consolations, So that ye wring out, and have delighted yourselves From the abundance of her honour.
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1Who doth make thee as a brother to me, Sucking the breasts of my mother? I find thee without, I kiss thee, Yea, they do not despise me,
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8We have a little sister, and breasts she hath not, What do we do for our sister, In the day that it is told of her?
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21Thou lookest after the wickedness of thy youth, In dealing out of Egypt thy loves, For the sake of the breasts of thy youth.
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15A fount of gardens, a well of living waters, And flowings from Lebanon!
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3For fragrance `are' thy perfumes good. Perfume emptied out -- thy name, Therefore have virgins loved thee!
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9What `is' thy beloved above `any' beloved, O fair among women? What `is' thy beloved above `any' beloved, That thus thou hast adjured us?