Song of Solomon 7
1How 1 Thy rounded thighs are like jewels, 1 The work of the hands of a skillful workman. 1
2Thy 1 Wherein no mingled wine is wanting: 1 Thy waist is like a heap of wheat 1 Set about with lilies. 1
3Thy two breasts are like 1 That are twins of a roe. 1
4Thy neck is like 1 Thine eyes as the pools in Heshbon, 1 By the gate of Bath-rabbim; 1 Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon 1 Which looketh toward Damascus. 1
5Thy 1 And the hair of thy head like purple; 1 The king is held captive in the tresses thereof. 1
6How fair and 1 O love, for delights! 1
7This 1 And thy breasts to its clusters. 1
8I 1 I will take hold of the branches thereof: 1 Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, 1 And the smell of thy breath like apples, 1
9And 1 That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, 1 Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep. 1
10I 1 And his desire is toward me. 1
11Come, my 1 Let us lodge in the villages. 1
12Let 1 Let us see whether the vine hath budded, 1 And its blossom is open, 1 And the pomegranates are in flower: 1 There will I give thee my love. 1
13The 1 And at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, 1 Which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.