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Song of Songs Chapter 7 ùÑÄéø äÇùÌÑÄéøÄéí

à  ùÑåÌáÄé ùÑåÌáÄé äÇùÌÑåÌìÇîÌÄéú, ùÑåÌáÄé ùÑåÌáÄé åÀðÆçÁæÆä-áÌÈêÀ; îÇä-úÌÆçÁæåÌ, áÌÇùÌÑåÌìÇîÌÄéú, ëÌÄîÀçÉìÇú, äÇîÌÇçÂðÈéÄí. 1 Return, return, O Shulammite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulammite? As it were a dance of two companies.
á  îÇä-éÌÈôåÌ ôÀòÈîÇéÄêÀ áÌÇðÌÀòÈìÄéí, áÌÇú-ðÈãÄéá; çÇîÌåÌ÷Åé éÀøÅëÇéÄêÀ--ëÌÀîåÉ çÂìÈàÄéí, îÇòÂùÒÅä éÀãÅé àÈîÌÈï. 2 How beautiful are thy steps in sandals, O prince's daughter! The roundings of thy thighs are like the links of a chain, the work of the hands of a skilled workman.
â  ùÑÈøÀøÅêÀ àÇâÌÇï äÇñÌÇäÇø, àÇì-éÆçÀñÇø äÇîÌÈæÆâ; áÌÄèÀðÅêÀ òÂøÅîÇú çÄèÌÄéí, ñåÌâÈä áÌÇùÌÑåÉùÑÇðÌÄéí. 3 Thy navel is like a round goblet, wherein no mingled wine is wanting; thy belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
ã  ùÑÀðÅé ùÑÈãÇéÄêÀ ëÌÄùÑÀðÅé òÃôÈøÄéí, úÌÈàÃîÅé öÀáÄéÌÈä. 4 Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a gazelle.
ä  öÇåÌÈàøÅêÀ, ëÌÀîÄâÀãÌÇì äÇùÌÑÅï; òÅéðÇéÄêÀ áÌÀøÅëåÉú áÌÀçÆùÑÀáÌåÉï, òÇì-ùÑÇòÇø áÌÇú-øÇáÌÄéí--àÇôÌÅêÀ ëÌÀîÄâÀãÌÇì äÇìÌÀáÈðåÉï, öåÉôÆä ôÌÀðÅé ãÇîÌÈùÒÆ÷. 5 Thy neck is as a 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.
å  øÉàùÑÅêÀ òÈìÇéÄêÀ ëÌÇëÌÇøÀîÆì, åÀãÇìÌÇú øÉàùÑÅêÀ ëÌÈàÇøÀâÌÈîÈï:  îÆìÆêÀ, àÈñåÌø áÌÈøÀäÈèÄéí. 6 Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thy head like purple; the king is held captive in the tresses thereof.
æ  îÇä-éÌÈôÄéú, åÌîÇä-ðÌÈòÇîÀúÌÀ--àÇäÂáÈä, áÌÇúÌÇòÂðåÌâÄéí. 7 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
ç  æÉàú ÷åÉîÈúÅêÀ ãÌÈîÀúÈä ìÀúÈîÈø, åÀùÑÈãÇéÄêÀ ìÀàÇùÑÀëÌÉìåÉú. 8 This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
è  àÈîÇøÀúÌÄé àÆòÁìÆä áÀúÈîÈø, àÉçÂæÈä áÌÀñÇðÀñÄðÌÈéå; åÀéÄäÀéåÌ-ðÈà ùÑÈãÇéÄêÀ ëÌÀàÆùÑÀëÌÀìåÉú äÇâÌÆôÆï, åÀøÅéçÇ àÇôÌÅêÀ ëÌÇúÌÇôÌåÌçÄéí. 9 I said: 'I will climb up into the palm-tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof; and let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy countenance like apples;
é  åÀçÄëÌÅêÀ, ëÌÀéÅéï äÇèÌåÉá äåÉìÅêÀ ìÀãåÉãÄé ìÀîÅéùÑÈøÄéí; ãÌåÉáÅá, ùÒÄôÀúÅé éÀùÑÅðÄéí. 10 And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine, that glideth down smoothly for my beloved, moving gently the lips of those that are asleep.'
éà  àÂðÄé ìÀãåÉãÄé, åÀòÈìÇé úÌÀùÑåÌ÷ÈúåÉ.  {ñ} 11 I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me. {S}
éá  ìÀëÈä ãåÉãÄé ðÅöÅà äÇùÌÒÈãÆä, ðÈìÄéðÈä áÌÇëÌÀôÈøÄéí. 12 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
éâ  ðÇùÑÀëÌÄéîÈä, ìÇëÌÀøÈîÄéí--ðÄøÀàÆä àÄí-ôÌÈøÀçÈä äÇâÌÆôÆï ôÌÄúÌÇç äÇñÌÀîÈãÇø, äÅðÅöåÌ äÈøÄîÌåÉðÄéí; ùÑÈí àÆúÌÅï àÆú-ãÌÉãÇé, ìÈêÀ. 13 Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see whether the vine hath budded, whether the vine-blossom be opened, and the pomegranates be in flower; there will I give thee my love.
éã  äÇãÌåÌãÈàÄéí ðÈúÀðåÌ-øÅéçÇ, åÀòÇì-ôÌÀúÈçÅéðåÌ ëÌÈì-îÀâÈãÄéí--çÂãÈùÑÄéí, âÌÇí-éÀùÑÈðÄéí; ãÌåÉãÄé, öÈôÇðÀúÌÄé ìÈêÀ. 14 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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