H9022–ךְ–khe

Happy are you, land, when your king is the son of nobles, And your princes eat in due season, For strength, and not for drunkenness!

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

If you don't know, most beautiful among women, Follow the tracks of the sheep. Graze your young goats beside the shepherds' tents.

גְּדִיֹּתַ֔יִךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings, Your neck with strings of jewels.

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

Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves. Beloved

עֵינַ֥יִךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

My dove in the clefts of the rock, In the hiding places of the mountainside, Let me see your face. Let me hear your voice; For your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.

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

Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, That descend from Mount Gilead.

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

Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, Which have come up from the washing, Where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them.

שִׁנַּ֙יִךְ֙ (ךְ֙) kh “your”

Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

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

Your neck is like David's tower built for an armory, Whereon there hang a thousand shields, All the shields of the mighty men.

צַוָּארֵ֔ךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

Your two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe, Which feed among the lilies.

שָׁדַ֛יִךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.

כֻּלָּ֤ךְ (ךְ) kh “you”

You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, With one chain of your neck.

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

How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine! The fragrance of your perfumes than all manner of spices!

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

Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

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

Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits: Henna with spikenard plants,

שְׁלָחַ֙יִךְ֙ (ךְ֙) kh “your”

How is your beloved better than another beloved, You fairest among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, That you do so adjure us? Beloved

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

Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you? Beloved

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

Turn away your eyes from me, For they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, That lie along the side of Gilead.

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

Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, Which have come up from the washing; Of which every one has twins; None is bereaved among them.

שִׁנַּ֙יִךְ֙ (ךְ֙) kh “your”

Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

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

How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince's daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of a skillful workman.

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

Your body is like a round goblet, No mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, Set about with lilies.

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

Your two breasts are like two fawns, That are twins of a roe.

שָׁדַ֛יִךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim; Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.

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

Your head on you is like Carmel, The hair of your head like purple; The king is held captive in its tresses.

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