Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! Thy rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skilful workman.
As the chorus of “Mahanaim.” How beautiful were your feet with sandals, O daughter of Nadib. The turnings of your sides [are] as ornaments, Work of the hands of a craftsman.
2 Thy body is a round goblet, no mingled wine is wanting. Thy waist is a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
Your waist [is] a basin of roundness, It does not lack the mixture, Your body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,
3 Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe.
Your two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,
4 Thy neck is like the tower of ivory. Thine eyes, the pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.
Your neck as a tower of the ivory, Your eyes pools in Heshbon, near the Gate of Bath-Rabbim, Your face as a tower of Lebanon looking to Damascus,
5 Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thy head like purple. The king is held captive in the tresses.
Your head on you as Carmel, And the locks of your head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!
6 How fair and how pleasant thou are, O love, for delights!
How beautiful and how pleasant you have been, O love, in delights.
7 This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to its clusters.
This your stature has been like to a palm, And your breasts to clusters.
8 I said, I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of the branches of it. Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy breath like apples,
I said, “Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs,” Indeed, let your breasts now be as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of your face as citrons,
9 and thy mouth like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips and teeth.
And your palate as the good wine—Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!
10 I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.
I [am] my beloved’s, and on me [is] his desire.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field. Let us lodge in the villages.
Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,
12 Let us get up early to the vineyards. Let us see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give thee my love.
We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, We see if the vine has flourished, The sweet smelling-flower has opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, There I give to you my loves;
13 The mandrakes give forth fragrance. And at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
The mandrakes have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, indeed, old, my beloved, I laid up for you!
