- Quality
- Shortcuts
- enLanguage
- Play/PauseSpace or K
- MuteM
- Volume Up
- Volume Down
- Skip 15s Backor J
- Skip 15s Forwardor L
- Increase SpeedShift + .
- Decrease SpeedShift + ,
- CloseEsc
- View ShortcutsShift + /
- enEnglish (US)
- enEnglish (UK)English (UK)
- esEspañolSpanish
- deDeutschGerman
- ko한국어Korean
- ptPortuguêsPortuguese
- zh中文 (简体)Chinese (Simplified)
- itItalianoItalian
Song of Solomon 7:1 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. 2 Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies. 3 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins. 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. 5 Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries. 6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights! 7 This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes. 8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples; 9 And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.