Song of Songs chapter 7 tag:brojed.org/cms,2026-04-06:20260406 2026-04-06T06:05:16+00:00 tag:brojed.org/cms,2026-04-06:20260406 2026-04-06T06:05:16+00:00

Your steps are beautiful in shoes, O daughter of the prince: the joints of your thighs are like chains, the work of the craftsman. Your navel is as a turned bowl, not wanting liquor; your belly is as a heap of wheat set about with lilies. Your two breasts are as two twin fawns. Your neck is as an ivory tower; your eyes are as pools in Heshbron, by the gates of the daughter of many: your nose is as the tower of Lebanon, looking toward Damascus. Your head upon you is as Carmel, and the curls of your hair like scarlet; the king is bound in the galleries. How beautiful are you, and how sweet are you, my love! This is your greatness in your delights: you were made like a palm tree, and your breasts to cluster. I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its high boughs: and now shall your breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose as apples; and your throat as good wine, going well with my kinsman, suiting my lips and teeth. I am my kinsman's, and his desire is toward me. Come, my kinsman, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages. Let us go early into the vineyards; let us see if the vine has flowered, if the blossoms have appeared, if the pomegranates have blossomed; there will I give you my breasts. The mandrakes have given a smell, and at our doors are all kinds of choice fruits, new and old. O my kinsman, I have kept [them] for you.

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