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And thy palate as the good wine --' Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!

לְדוֹדִ֖י (י) i “my”

I `am' my beloved's, and on me `is' his desire.

לְדוֹדִ֔י (י) i “my”

Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,

דוֹדִי֙ (י֙) i “my”

We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, We see if the vine hath flourished, The sweet smelling-flower hath opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, There do I give to thee my loves;

דֹּדַ֖י (י) i “my”

The mandrakes have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, yea, old, my beloved, I laid up for thee!

דּוֹדִ֖י (י) i “my”

Who doth make thee as a brother to me, Sucking the breasts of my mother? I find thee without, I kiss thee, Yea, they do not despise me,

אִמִּ֑י (י) i “my”

I lead thee, I bring thee in unto my mother's house, She doth teach me, I cause thee to drink of the perfumed wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate,

אִמִּ֖י (י) i “my”רִמֹּנִֽי׃ (י) i “my”

His left hand `is' under my head, And his right doth embrace me.

רֹאשִׁ֔י (י) i “my”

I `am' a wall, and my breasts as towers, Then I have been in his eyes as one finding peace.

וְשָׁדַ֖י (י) i “my”

My vineyard -- my own -- is before me, The thousand `is' for thee, O Solomon. And the two hundred for those keeping its fruit. O dweller in gardens!

כַּרְמִ֥י (י) i “my”לְפָנָ֑י (י) i “me”

Or to a young one of the harts on mountains of spices!

דּוֹדִ֗י (י) i “my”

An ox hath known its owner, And an ass the crib of its master, Israel hath not known, My people hath not understood.

עַמִּ֖י (י) i “my”

When ye come in to appear before Me, Who hath required this of your hand, To trample My courts?

פָּנָ֑י (י) i “my”חֲצֵרָֽי׃ (י) i “my”

Your new moons and your set seasons hath My soul hated, They have been upon me for a burden, I have been weary of bearing.

נַפְשִׁ֔י (י) i “my”

And in your spreading forth your hands, I hide mine eyes from you, Also when ye increase prayer, I do not hear, Your hands of blood have been full.

עֵינַי֙ (י֙) i “my”

Wash ye, make ye pure, Turn aside the evil of your doings, from before Mine eyes, Cease to do evil, learn to do good.

עֵינָ֑י (י) i “my”

Therefore -- the affirmation of the Lord -- Jehovah of Hosts, the Mighty One of Israel: Ah, I am eased of Mine adversaries, And I am avenged of Mine enemies,

מִצָּרַ֔י (י) i “my”מֵאוֹיְבָֽי׃ (י) i “my”

And I turn back My hand upon thee, And I refine as purity thy dross, And I turn aside all thy tin,

יָדִי֙ (י֙) i “my”

He lifteth up, in that day, saying: `I am not a binder up, And in my house is neither bread nor garment, Ye do not make me a ruler of the people.'

וּבְבֵיתִ֕י (י) i “my”

My people -- its exactors `are' sucklings, And women have ruled over it. My people -- thy eulogists are causing to err, And the way of thy paths swallowed up.

עַמִּי֙ (י֙) i “my”עַמִּי֙ (י֙) i “my”

What -- to you? ye bruise My people, And the faces of the poor ye grind.' An affirmation of the Lord, Jehovah of Hosts, And Jehovah saith:

עַמִּ֔י (י) i “my”

Let me sing, I pray you, for my beloved, A song of my beloved as to his vineyard: My beloved hath a vineyard in a fruitful hill,

לִֽידִידִ֔י (י) i “my”דּוֹדִ֖י (י) i “my”לִֽידִידִ֖י (י) i “my”

And now, O inhabitant of Jerusalem, and man of Judah, Judge, I pray you, between me and my vineyard.

כַּרְמִֽי׃ (י) i “my”

What -- to do still to my vineyard, That I have not done in it! Wherefore, I waited to the yielding of grapes, And it yieldeth bad ones!

לְכַרְמִ֔י (י) i “my”

And now, pray, let me cause you to know, That which I am doing to my vineyard, To turn aside its hedge, And it hath been for consumption, To break down its wall, And it hath been for a treading-place.

לְכַרְמִ֑י (י) i “my”