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Song Preview for Song of Solomon 7
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Lyrics
Lover
1 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.
2 Thy navel is like a round goblet,
which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set
about with lilies.
3 Thy two breasts are like two young
roes that are twins.
4 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.
5 Thine head upon thee is like Carmel,
and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.
6 How fair and how pleasant art thou,
O love, for delights!
7 This thy stature is like to a palm
tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
8 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;
9 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.
Shulamite maid
10 I am my beloved's, and his desire
is toward me.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth
into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
12 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.
13 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.
Track Comments
This song
was composed in 2006.
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Song
of Solomon 7
