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SNG 7:1
Song of Solomon 7:1 |
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How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's
daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a
cunning workman. |
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SNG 7:2
Song of Solomon 7:2 |
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Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth
not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies. |
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SNG 7:3
Song of Solomon 7:3 |
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Thy two breasts are like two young roes that
are twins. |
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SNG 7:4
Song of Solomon 7:4 |
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Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes
like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose is as the tower
of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus. |
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SNG 7:5
Song of Solomon 7:5 |
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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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SNG 7:6
Song of Solomon 7:6 |
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How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love,
for delights! |
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SNG 7:7
Song of Solomon 7:7 |
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This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and
thy breasts to clusters of grapes. |
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SNG 7:8
Song of Solomon 7:8 |
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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; |
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SNG 7:9
Song of Solomon 7:9 |
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And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine
for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep
to speak. |
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SNG 7:10
Song of Solomon 7:10 |
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I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward
me. |
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SNG 7:11
Song of Solomon 7:11 |
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Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field;
let us lodge in the villages. |
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SNG 7:12
Song of Solomon 7:12 |
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Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us
see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates
bud forth: there will I give thee my loves. |
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SNG 7:13
Song of Solomon 7:13 |
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The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates
are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee,
O my beloved. |
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