H9022–ךְ–khe

You are tall like a palm-tree, and your breasts are like the fruit of the vine.

קֽוֹמָתֵךְ֙ (ךְ֙) Kh “your”וְשָׁדַ֖יִךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

I said, Let me go up the palm-tree, and let me take its branches in my hands: your breasts will be as the fruit of the vine, and the smell of your breath like apples;

שָׁדַ֙יִךְ֙ (ךְ֙) kh “your”אַפֵּ֖ךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

And the roof of your mouth like good wine flowing down smoothly for my loved one, moving gently over my lips and my teeth.

וְחִכֵּ֕ךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

You who have your resting-place in the gardens, the friends give ear to your voice; make me give ear to it.

לְקוֹלֵ֖ךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

Your silver is no longer true metal, your wine is mixed with water.

כַּסְפֵּ֖ךְ (ךְ) kh “your”סָבְאֵ֖ךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

Your chiefs have gone against the Lord, they have become friends of thieves; every one of them is looking for profit and going after rewards; they do not give right decisions for the child who has no father, and they do not let the cause of the widow com

שָׂרַ֣יִךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

And my hand will again be on you, washing away what is unclean as with soap, and taking away all your false metal;

סִיגָ֑יִךְ (ךְ) kh “your”בְּדִילָֽיִךְ׃ (ךְ) kh “your”

Your men will be put to the sword, and your men of war will come to destruction in the fight.

מְתַ֖יִךְ (ךְ) kh “your”וּגְבוּרָתֵ֖ךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

Give a loud cry, daughter of Gallim; let Laishah give ear; let Anathoth give answer to her.

קוֹלֵ֖ךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

Let your voice be sounding in a cry of joy, O daughter of Zion, for great is the Holy One of Israel among you.

בְּקִרְבֵּ֖ךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

Be not glad, O Philistia, all of you, because the rod which was on you is broken: for out of the snake's root will come a poison-snake, and its fruit will be a winged poison-snake.

כֻּלֵּ֔ךְ (ךְ) kh “you”

And the poorest of the land will have food, and those in need will be given a safe resting-place: but your seed will come to an end for need of food, and the rest of you will be put to the sword.

שָׁרְשֵׁ֔ךְ (ךְ) kh “your”וּשְׁאֵרִיתֵ֖ךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

Send out a cry, O door! Make sounds of sorrow, O town! All your land has come to nothing, O Philistia; for there comes a smoke out of the north, and everyone keeps his place in the line.

כֻּלֵּ֑ךְ (ךְ) kh “you”

Give wise directions, make a decision; let your shade be as night in full day: keep safe those who are in flight; do not give up the wandering ones.

צִלֵּ֖ךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

For this cause my sorrow for the vine of Sibmah will be like the weeping for Jazer: my eyes are dropping water on you, O Heshbon and Elealeh! For they are sounding the war-cry over your summer fruits and the getting in of your grain;

קֵיצֵ֛ךְ (ךְ) kh “your”קְצִירֵ֖ךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

For you have not given honour to the God of your salvation, and have not kept in mind the Rock of your strength; for this cause you made a garden of Adonis, and put in it the vine-cuttings of a strange god;

יִשְׁעֵ֔ךְ (ךְ) kh “your”מָעֻזֵּ֖ךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

In the day of your planting you were watching its growth, and in the morning your seed was flowering: but its fruit is wasted away in the day of grief and bitter sorrow.

נִטְעֵךְ֙ (ךְ֙) Kh “your”זַרְעֵ֣ךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

The word about the valley of vision. Why have all your people gone up to the house-tops?

כֻּלָּ֖ךְ (ךְ) kh “you”

You, who are full of loud voices, a town of outcries, given up to joy; your dead men have not been put to the sword, or come to their death in war.

חֲלָלַ֙יִךְ֙ (ךְ֙) kh “your”

All your rulers ... have gone in flight; all your strong ones have gone far away.

קְצִינַ֥יִךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

And your most fertile valleys were full of war-carriages, and the horsemen took up their positions in front of the town.

עֲמָקַ֖יִךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

Let your land be worked with the plough, O daughter of Tarshish; there is no longer any harbour.

אַרְצֵ֖ךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

And you will be made low, and your voice will come out of the earth, and your words will be low out of the dust; and your voice will come out of the earth like that of a spirit, making bird-like noises out of the dust.

אִמְרָתֵ֑ךְ (ךְ) kh “your”קוֹלֵ֔ךְ (ךְ) kh “your”אִמְרָתֵ֥ךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

And the army of your attackers will be like small dust, and all the cruel ones like dry stems gone before the wind; suddenly it will come about.

זָרָ֑יִךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

Your cords have become loose; they were not able to make strong the support of their sails, the sail was not stretched out: then the blind will take much property, the feeble-footed will make division of the goods of war.

חֲבָלָ֑יִךְ (ךְ) kh “your”