H9022–ךְ–khe

Happy art thou, O land, When thy king `is' a son of freemen, And thy princes do eat in due season, For might, and not for drunkenness.

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

If thou knowest not, O fair among women, Get thee forth by the traces of the flock, And feed thy kids by the shepherds' dwellings!

גְּדִיֹּתַ֔יִךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

Comely have been thy cheeks with garlands, Thy neck with chains.

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

Lo, thou `art' fair, my friend, Lo, thou `art' fair, thine eyes `are' doves!

עֵינַ֥יִךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

My dove, in clefts of the rock, In a secret place of the ascent, Cause me to see thine appearance, Cause me to hear thy voice, For thy voice `is' sweet, and thy appearance comely.

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

Lo, thou `art' fair, my friend, lo, thou `art' fair, Thine eyes `are' doves behind thy veil, Thy hair as a row of the goats That have shone from mount Gilead,

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

Thy teeth as a row of the shorn ones That have come up from the washing, For all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.

שִׁנַּ֙יִךְ֙ (ךְ֙) kh “your”

As a thread of scarlet `are' thy lips, And thy speech `is' comely, As the work of the pomegranate `is' thy temple behind thy veil,

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

As the tower of David `is' thy neck, built for an armoury, The chief of the shields are hung on it, All shields of the mighty.

צַוָּארֵ֔ךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

Thy two breasts `are' as two fawns, Twins of a roe, that are feeding among lilies.

שָׁדַ֛יִךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

Thou `art' all fair, my friend, And a blemish there is not in thee. Come from Lebanon, O spouse,

כֻּלָּ֤ךְ (ךְ) kh “you”

Thou hast emboldened me, my sister-spouse, Emboldened me with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.

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

How wonderful have been thy loves, my sister-spouse, How much better have been thy loves than wine, And the fragrance of thy perfumes than all spices.

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

Thy lips drop honey, O spouse, Honey and milk `are' under thy tongue, And the fragrance of thy garments `Is' as the fragrance of Lebanon.

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

Thy shoots a paradise of pomegranates, With precious fruits,

שְׁלָחַ֙יִךְ֙ (ךְ֙) kh “your”

What `is' thy beloved above `any' beloved, O fair among women? What `is' thy beloved above `any' beloved, That thus thou hast adjured us?

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

Whither hath thy beloved gone, O fair among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned, And we seek him with thee?

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

Turn round thine eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Thy hair `is' as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead,

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

Thy teeth as a row of the lambs, That have come up from the washing, Because all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.

שִׁנַּ֙יִךְ֙ (ךְ֙) kh “your”

As the work of the pomegranate `is' thy temple behind thy veil.

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

As the chorus of `Mahanaim.' How beautiful were thy feet with sandals, O daughter of Nadib. The turnings of thy sides `are' as ornaments, Work of the hands of an artificer.

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

Thy waist `is' a basin of roundness, It lacketh not the mixture, Thy body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,

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

Thy two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,

שָׁדַ֛יִךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

Thy neck as a tower of the ivory, Thine eyes pools in Heshbon, near the gate of Bath-Rabbim, Thy face as a tower of Lebanon looking to Damascus,

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

Thy head upon thee as Carmel, And the locks of thy head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!

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