SSol6:9 My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.!本!作!品!由!思!兔!在!線!閱!讀!網!友!整!理!上!傳!
SSol6:10 Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?
SSol6:11 I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished, and the pomegranates budded.
SSol6:12 Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.
SSol6:13 Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.
SSol7:1 How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince''s daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.
SSol7:2 Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
SSol7:3 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
SSol7:4 Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
SSol7:5 Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of th