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Song of Solomon 7:4 - Revised Standard Version

4 Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like a tower of Lebanon, overlooking Damascus.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

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.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

4 Your neck is like a tower of ivory, your eyes like the pools of Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.

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American Standard Version (1901)

4 Thy neck is like the tower of ivory; Thine eyes as the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon Which looketh toward Damascus.

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Common English Bible

4 your neck, like a tower of ivory; your eyes, pools in Heshbon, by the gate of that lordly city. Your profile is like the tower of Lebanon, looking out toward Damascus.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

4 Your two breasts are like two young twin does.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

4 Thy neck as a tower of ivory. Thy eyes like the fishpools in Hesebon, which are in the gate of the daughter of the multitude. Thy nose is as the tower of Libanus, that looketh toward Damascus.

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Song of Solomon 7:4
23 Tagairtí Cros  

But Abram said, “O Lord God, what wilt thou give me, for I continue childless, and the heir of my house is Eliezer of Damascus?”


Then David put garrisons in Aram of Damascus; and the Syrians became servants to David and brought tribute. And the Lord gave victory to David wherever he went.


The king also made a great ivory throne, and overlaid it with the finest gold.


For the king had a fleet of ships of Tarshish at sea with the fleet of Hiram. Once every three years the fleet of ships of Tarshish used to come bringing gold, silver, ivory, apes, and peacocks.


Now the rest of the acts of Ahab, and all that he did, and the ivory house which he built, and all the cities that he built, are they not written in the Book of the Chronicles of the Kings of Israel?


He built the House of the Forest of Lebanon; its length was a hundred cubits, and its breadth fifty cubits, and its height thirty cubits, and it was built upon three rows of cedar pillars, with cedar beams upon the pillars.


and all the store-cities that Solomon had, and the cities for his chariots, and the cities for his horsemen, and whatever Solomon desired to build in Jerusalem, in Lebanon, and in all the land of his dominion.


and Baalath, and all the store-cities that Solomon had, and all the cities for his chariots, and the cities for his horsemen, and whatever Solomon desired to build in Jerusalem, in Lebanon, and in all the land of his dominion.


May our sons in their youth be like plants full grown, our daughters like corner pillars cut for the structure of a palace;


your robes are all fragrant with myrrh and aloes and cassia. From ivory palaces stringed instruments make you glad;


Your cheeks are comely with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.


Behold, you are beautiful, my love, behold, you are beautiful! Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats, moving down the slopes of Gilead.


Your neck is like the tower of David, built for an arsenal, whereon hang a thousand bucklers, all of them shields of warriors.


Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, that feed among the lilies.


Turn away your eyes from me, for they disturb me— Your hair is like a flock of goats, moving down the slopes of Gilead.


“Fear not, for you will not be ashamed; be not confounded, for you will not be put to shame; for you will forget the shame of your youth, and the reproach of your widowhood you will remember no more.


But solid food is for the mature, for those who have their faculties trained by practice to distinguish good from evil.


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