H9022–ךְ–khe

Happy art thou, O land, when thy king is a son of nobles, and thy princes eat in [supplied: due] season, for strength, and not for drunkenness!

שֶׁמַּלְכֵּ֖ךְ (ךְ) kh “your”וְשָׂרַ֙יִךְ֙ (ךְ֙) kh “your”

If thou know not, thou fairest among women, Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the shepherds' booths.

גְּדִיֹּתַ֔יִךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

Thy cheeks are comely with bead-rows, Thy neck with ornamental chains.

לְחָיַ֙יִךְ֙ (ךְ֙) kh “your”צַוָּארֵ֖ךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold, thou art fair: thine eyes are doves.

עֵינַ֥יִךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

My dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the precipice, Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

מַרְאַ֔יִךְ (ךְ) kh “your”קוֹלֵ֑ךְ (ךְ) kh “your”קוֹלֵ֥ךְ (ךְ) kh “your”וּמַרְאֵ֥יךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are doves behind thy veil; Thy hair is as a flock of goats, On the slopes of mount Gilead.

עֵינַ֣יִךְ (ךְ) kh “your”לְצַמָּתֵ֑ךְ (ךְ) kh “your”שַׂעְרֵךְ֙ (ךְ֙) Kh “your”

Thy teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep, Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them.

שִׁנַּ֙יִךְ֙ (ךְ֙) kh “your”

Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, And thy speech is comely; As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil.

שִׂפְתֹתַ֔יִךְ (ךְ) kh “your”וּמִדְבָּרֵ֖יךְ (ךְ) kh “your”רַקָּתֵ֔ךְ (ךְ) kh “your”לְצַמָּתֵֽךְ׃ (ךְ) kh “your”

Thy neck is like the tower of David, Built for an armoury: A thousand bucklers hang thereon, All shields of mighty men.

צַוָּארֵ֔ךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, Which feed among the lilies.

שָׁדַ֛יִךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

Thou art all fair, my love; And there is no spot in thee.

כֻּלָּ֤ךְ (ךְ) kh “you”

Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, [supplied: my] spouse; Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.

מֵעֵינַ֔יִךְ (ךְ) kh “your”מִצַּוְּרֹנָֽיִךְ׃ (ךְ) kh “your”

How fair is thy love, my sister, [supplied: my] spouse! How much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine ointments than all spices!

דֹדַ֖יִךְ (ךְ) kh “your”דֹדַ֙יִךְ֙ (ךְ֙) kh “your”שְׁמָנַ֖יִךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

Thy lips, [supplied: my] spouse, drop [supplied: as] the honeycomb; Honey and milk are under thy tongue; And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

שִׂפְתוֹתַ֖יִךְ (ךְ) kh “your”לְשׁוֹנֵ֔ךְ (ךְ) kh “your”שַׂלְמֹתַ֖יִךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

Thy shoots are a paradise of pomegranates, with precious fruits; Henna with spikenard plants;

שְׁלָחַ֙יִךְ֙ (ךְ֙) kh “your”

What is thy beloved more than [supplied: another] beloved, Thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than [supplied: another] beloved, That thou dost so charge us?

דּוֹדֵ֣ךְ (ךְ) kh “your”דּוֹדֵ֣ךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

Whither is thy beloved gone, Thou fairest among women? Whither is thy beloved turned aside? And we will seek him with thee.

דּוֹדֵ֔ךְ (ךְ) kh “your”דוֹדֵ֔ךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

Turn away thine eyes from me, For they overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats On the slopes of Gilead.

עֵינַ֙יִךְ֙ (ךְ֙) kh “your”שַׂעְרֵךְ֙ (ךְ֙) Kh “your”

Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them.

שִׁנַּ֙יִךְ֙ (ךְ֙) kh “your”

As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil.

רַקָּתֵ֔ךְ (ךְ) kh “your”לְצַמָּתֵֽךְ׃ (ךְ) kh “your”

How beautiful are thy footsteps in sandals, O prince's daughter! The roundings of thy thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of an artist.

פְעָמַ֛יִךְ (ךְ) kh “your”יְרֵכַ֔יִךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

Thy navel is a round goblet, [supplied: which] wanteth not mixed wine; Thy belly a heap of wheat, set about with lilies;

שָׁרְרֵךְ֙ (ךְ֙) Kh “your”בִּטְנֵךְ֙ (ךְ֙) Kh “your”

Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle;

שָׁדַ֛יִךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; Thine eyes, [supplied: like] the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose like the tower of Lebanon, Which looketh toward Damascus;

צַוָּארֵ֖ךְ (ךְ) kh “your”עֵינַ֜יִךְ (ךְ) kh “your”אַפֵּךְ֙ (ךְ֙) Kh “your”

Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the locks of thy head like purple; The king is fettered by [supplied: thy] ringlets!

רֹאשֵׁ֤ךְ (ךְ) kh “your”רֹאשֵׁ֖ךְ (ךְ) kh “your”