H9022–ךְ–khe

Happy art thou, O land, when thy king is a free man, and thy princes eat in due season, in strength, and not in drunkenness!

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

If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock and feed thy kids, beside the shepherds' tents.

גְּדִיֹּתַ֔יִךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

Thy cheeks are comely with circlets, thy neck with beads.

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

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

עֵינַ֥יִךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the cliff, 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 as doves behind thy veil; thy hair is as a flock of goats, that trail down from mount Gilead.

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

Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes all shaped alike, which are come up from the washing; whereof all are paired, and none faileth among them.

שִׁנַּ֙יִךְ֙ (ךְ֙) kh “your”

Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy mouth is comely; thy temples are like a pomegranate split open 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 builded with turrets, whereon there hang a thousand shields, all the armour of the mighty men.

צַוָּארֵ֔ךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are 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, my bride; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one bead of thy necklace.

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

How fair is thy love, my sister, my bride! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all manner of spices!

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

Thy lips, O my bride, drop honey--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 park of pomegranates, with precious fruits; henna with spikenard plants,

שְׁלָחַ֙יִךְ֙ (ךְ֙) kh “your”

'What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so adjure us?'

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

'Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned him, that we may seek him with thee?'

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

Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that trail down from Gilead.

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

Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, which are come up from the washing; whereof all are paired, and none faileth among them.

שִׁנַּ֙יִךְ֙ (ךְ֙) kh “your”

Thy temples are like a pomegranate split open behind thy veil.

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

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.

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

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.

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

Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a gazelle.

שָׁדַ֛יִךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

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.

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

Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thy head like purple; the king is held captive in the tresses thereof.

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