rotherham Songs:7-8
rotherham@Songs:7:1 @ How beautiful, are thy feet in sandals, O daughter of a noble, The curvings of thy hips, are like ornaments wrought by the hands of a skilled workman:
rotherham@Songs:7:2 @ Thy navel, is a round bowl, may it not lack spiced wine! Thy body, a heap of wheat fenced about with lilies;
rotherham@Songs:7:3 @ Thy two breasts, are like two young roes, the twins of a gazelle:
rotherham@Songs:7:4 @ Thy neck, is like a tower of ivory, Thine eyes, are pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim, Thy nose, is like the tower of Lebanon, which looketh towards Damascus:
rotherham@Songs:7:5 @ Thy head upon thee, is like Carmel, And, the hair of thy head, is like purple, The king, is held captive by the ringlets!
rotherham@Songs:7:6 @ HE How beautiful, and how delightful, O dear love, for delights:
rotherham@Songs:7:7 @ This thy stature, is like to a palm-tree, and, thy breasts, are like clusters:
rotherham@Songs:7:8 @ I said, I will ascend the palm-tree, I will lay hold of its fruit stalks Oh then, let thy breasts, I pray thee, be like vine-clusters, And, the fragrance of thy nose, like apples;
rotherham@Songs:7:9 @ And, thy mouth, like good wine SHE Flowing to my beloved smoothly, gliding over the lips of the sleeping.
rotherham@Songs:7:10 @ I, am my beloveds, and, unto me, is his longing.
rotherham@Songs:7:11 @ Come, my beloved, Let us go forth into the country, Let us stay the night in the villages:
rotherham@Songs:7:12 @ Let us get up early to the vineyards, Let us see whether the vine, hath burst forth, the blossom, hath opened, the pomegranates, have bloomed, There, will I give my caresses to thee.
rotherham@Songs:7:13 @ The love-apples, have given fragrance, and, at our openings, are all precious things, new and yet old, O my beloved! I have treasured them up for thee.
rotherham@Songs:8:1 @ Oh that thou hadst been a very brother to me, who had sucked the breasts of my own mother, Had I found thee without, I had kissed thee, Yea, folk would not have despised me!
rotherham@Songs:8:2 @ I would have guided theebrought thee into the house of my mother, Thou wouldst have instructed me, I would have let thee drink of spiced wine, of the pressed-out juice of my pomegranate.
rotherham@Songs:8:3 @ His left hand under my head, then, his right hand, embraceth me.
rotherham@Songs:8:4 @ I HE adjure you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, Why will ye wake, and why will ye arouse the dear love until she please! ****
rotherham@Songs:8:5 @ THEY Who is this, coming up out of the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? HE Under the apple-tree, I roused thee, where thy mother, was in pain with thee, where she was in pain who gave thee birth!
rotherham@Songs:8:6 @ SHE Set me as a seal, upon thy heart, as a seal upon thine arm, For, mighty as death, is love, Exacting as hades, is jealousy, The flames thereof, are flames of fire, The flash of Yah!
rotherham@Songs:8:7 @ Many waters, cannot quench love, nor shall, floods, overwhelm it, If a man would give all the substance of his house, for love, they would, utterly despise, him. ****
rotherham@Songs:8:8 @ THEY A sister, have we, a little one, and, breasts, hath she none, What shall we do for our sister, in the day when she may be spoken for?
rotherham@Songs:8:9 @ If, a wall, she is, we will build upon it a battlement of silver, but if, a door, she is, we will close it up with a plank of cedar.
rotherham@Songs:8:10 @ SHE I, was a wall, and, my breasts, like towers, Then, became I, in his eyes, one who did indeed find good content.
rotherham@Songs:8:11 @ A vineyard, had Solomon, as the owner of abundance, He put out the vineyard to keepers, Every man, was to bring in, for the fruit thereof, a thousand silverlings:
rotherham@Songs:8:12 @ Mine own vineyard, is before me, The thousand belong to thee, O Solomon, and two hundred to the keepers of the fruit thereof.
rotherham@Songs:8:13 @ HE O thou fair dweller in the gardens, the companions are giving heed to thy voice, Let me hear it.
rotherham@Songs:8:14 @ SHE Come quickly, my beloved, and resemble thou a gazelle, or a young stag, upon the mountains of balsam-trees.