Song of Solomon 7:7
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King James Version
This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.

Darby Bible Translation
This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to grape clusters.

World English Bible
This, your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit.

Young's Literal Translation
This thy stature hath been like to a palm, And thy breasts to clusters.

Song of Solomon 7:7 Parallel
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This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.Song of Solomon 7:7 Parallel Commentaries

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Christ Inviting, and the Church Answering the Invitation. Ss 2:14-17.
Christ inviting, and the church answering the invitation. SS 2:14-17. [Hark! the Redeemer from on high Sweetly invites his fav'rites nigh; From caves of darkness and of doubt, He gently speaks, and calls us out. "My dove, who hidest in the rock, Thine heart almost with sorrow broke, Lift up thy face, forget thy fear, And let thy voice delight mine ear. "Thy voice to me sounds ever sweet; My graces in thy count'nance meet; Though the vain world thy face despise, 'Tis bright and comely in mine eyes."
Isaac Watts—The Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts

Christ Appearing to his Church, and Seeking Her Company. Ss 2:8-13.
Christ appearing to his church, and seeking her company. SS 2:8-13. The voice of my Beloved sounds Over the rocks and rising grounds; O'er hills of guilt and seas of grief He leaps, he flies to my relief. Now through the veil of flesh I see With eyes of love he looks at me; Now in the gospel's clearest glass He shows the beauties of his face. Gently he draws my heart along, Both with his beauties and his tongue; "Rise," saith my Lord, "make haste away, No mortal joys are worth thy stay. "The
Isaac Watts—The Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts

The Church the Garden of Christ. Ss 4:12-15; 5:01
The church the garden of Christ. SS 4:12-15; 5:1. We are a garden walled around, Chosen and made peculiar ground; A little spot enclosed by grace Out of the world's wide wilderness. Like trees of myrrh and spice we stand, Planted by God the Father's hand; And all his springs in Zion flow, To make the young plantation grow. Awake, O, heav'nly wind! and come, Blow on this garden of perfume; Spirit divine! descend and breathe A gracious gale on plants beneath. Make our best spices flow abroad, To
Isaac Watts—The Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts

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