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| The Book of Song of Solomon 7 | ||||||||||||||||
| The American Standard Version Online Bible (ASV) | ||||||||||||||||
| Song of Solomon 7:1 | 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. | |||||||||||||||
| Song of Solomon 7:2 | Thy body is [like] a round goblet, [Wherein] no mingled wine is wanting: Thy waist is [like] a heap of wheat Set about with lilies. | |||||||||||||||
| Song of Solomon 7:3 | Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe. | |||||||||||||||
| Song of Solomon 7:4 | Thy neck is like the tower of ivory; Thine eyes [as] the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon Which looketh toward Damascus. | |||||||||||||||
| Song of Solomon 7:5 | Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thy head like purple; The king is held captive in the tresses [thereof]. | |||||||||||||||
| Song of Solomon 7:6 | How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights! | |||||||||||||||
| Song of Solomon 7:7 | This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to its clusters. | |||||||||||||||
| Song of Solomon 7:8 | 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, | |||||||||||||||
| Song of Solomon 7:9 | And thy mouth like the best wine, That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep. | |||||||||||||||
| Song of Solomon 7:10 | I am my beloved's; And his desire is toward me. | |||||||||||||||
| Song of Solomon 7:11 | Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; Let us lodge in the villages. | |||||||||||||||
| Song of Solomon 7:12 | Let us get up early to the vineyards; Let us see whether the vine hath budded, [And] its blossom is open, [And] the pomegranates are in flower: There will I give thee my love. | |||||||||||||||
| Song of Solomon 7:13 | The mandrakes give forth fragrance; And at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, Which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved. | |||||||||||||||
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