H9022–ךְ–khe

This thy stature hath been like to a palm, And thy breasts to clusters.

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

I said, `Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs, Yea, let thy breasts be, I pray thee, as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy face as citrons,

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

And thy palate as the good wine --' Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!

וְחִכֵּ֕ךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

The companions are attending to thy voice, Cause me to hear. Flee, my beloved, and be like to a roe,

לְקוֹלֵ֖ךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

Thy silver hath become dross, Thy drink polluted with water.

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

Thy princes `are' apostates, and companions of thieves, Every one loving a bribe, and pursuing rewards, The fatherless they judge not, And the plea of the widow cometh not to them.

שָׂרַ֣יִךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

And I turn back My hand upon thee, And I refine as purity thy dross, And I turn aside all thy tin,

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

For instead of glory, thy men by sword do fall, And thy might in battle.

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

Cry aloud `with' thy voice, daughter of Gallim, Give attention, Laish! answer her, Anathoth.

קוֹלֵ֖ךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

Cry aloud, and sing, O inhabitant of Zion, For great in thy midst `is' the Holy One of Israel!'

בְּקִרְבֵּ֖ךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

Rejoice not thou, Philistia, all of thee, That broken hath been the rod of thy smiter, For from the root of a serpent cometh out a viper, And its fruit `is' a flying saraph.

כֻּלֵּ֔ךְ (ךְ) kh “you”

And delighted have the first-born of the poor, And the needy in confidence lie down, And I have put to death with famine thy root, And thy remnant it slayeth.

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

Howl, O gate; cry, O city, Melted art thou, Philistia, all of thee, For from the north smoke hath come, And there is none alone in his set places.

כֻּלֵּ֑ךְ (ךְ) kh “you”

Bring ye in counsel, do judgment, Make as night thy shadow in the midst of noon, Hide outcasts, the wanderer reveal not.

צִלֵּ֖ךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

Therefore I weep with the weeping of Jazer, The vine of Sibmah, I water thee `with' my tear, O Heshbon and Elealeh, For -- for thy summer fruits, and for thy harvest, The shouting hath fallen.

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

Because thou hast forgotten the God of thy salvation, And the rock of thy strength hast not remembered, Therefore thou plantest plants of pleasantness, And with a strange slip sowest it,

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

In the day thy plant thou causest to become great, And in the morning thy seed makest to flourish, A heap `is' the harvest in a day of overflowing, And of mortal pain.

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

The burden of the Valley of Vision. What -- to thee, now, that thou hast gone up, All of thee -- to the roofs?

כֻּלָּ֖ךְ (ךְ) kh “you”

Full of stirs -- a noisy city -- an exulting city, Thy pierced are not pierced of the sword, Nor dead in battle.

חֲלָלַ֙יִךְ֙ (ךְ֙) kh “your”

All thy rulers fled together from the bow, Bound have been all found of thee, They have been kept bound together, Afar off they have fled.

קְצִינַ֥יִךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

And it cometh to pass, The choice of thy valleys have been full of chariots, And the horsemen place themselves diligently at the gate.

עֲמָקַ֖יִךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

Pass through thy land as a brook, Daughter of Tarshish, there is no more a girdle.

אַרְצֵ֖ךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

And thou hast been low, From the earth thou speakest, And from the dust makest thy saying low, And thy voice hath been from the earth, As one having a familiar spirit, And from the dust thy saying whisperest,

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

And as small dust hath been The multitude of those scattering thee, And as chaff passing on the multitude of the terrible, And it hath been at an instant -- suddenly.

זָרָ֑יִךְ (ךְ) kh “your”

Left have been thy ropes, They strengthen not rightly their mast, They have not spread out a sail, Then apportioned hath been a prey of much spoil, The lame have taken spoil.

חֲבָלָ֑יִךְ (ךְ) kh “your”