Song of Solomon 7
1 Chorus to Bride: How beautiful are your footsteps in shoes, O daughter of a ruler! The joints of your thighs are like jewels, which have been fabricated by the hand of an artist.
What shalt thou see in the Sulamitess but the companies of camps? How beautiful are thy steps in shoes, O prince’s daughter! The joints of thy thighs are like jewels, that are made by the hand of a skillful workman.
2 Your navel is a round bowl, never lacking in curvature. Your abdomen is like a bundle of wheat, surrounded with lilies.
Thy navel is like a round bowl never wanting cups. Thy belly is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.
3 Your two breasts are like two young twin does.
Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
4 Your neck is like a tower of ivory. Your eyes like the fish ponds at Heshbon, which are at the entrance to the daughter of the multitude. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, which looks out toward Damascus.
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.
5 Your head is like Carmel, and the hairs of your head are like the purple of the king, bound into pleats.
Thy head is like Carmel: and the hairs of thy head as the purple of the king bound in the channels.
6 Most beloved one, how beautiful you are, and how graceful in delights!
How beautiful art thou, and how comely, my dearest, in delights!
7 Your stature is comparable to the palm tree, and your breasts to clusters of grapes.
Thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
8 Groom: I said, I will ascend to the palm tree, and take hold of its fruit. And your breasts will be like clusters of grapes on the vine. And the fragrance of your mouth will be like apples.
I said: I will go up into the palm tree, and will take hold of the fruit thereof: and thy breasts shall be as the clusters of the vine: and the odour of thy mouth like apples.
9 Bride: Your throat is like the finest wine: wine worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and teeth to contemplate.
Thy throat like the best wine, worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and his teeth to ruminate.
10 I am for my beloved, and his turning is to me.
I to my beloved, and his turning is towards me.
11 Approach, my beloved. Let us go out into the field; let us linger in the villages.
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field, let us abide in the villages.
12 Let us go up in the morning to the vineyards; let us see if the vineyard has flourished, if the flowers are ready to bear fruit, if the pomegranates have flourished. There I will give my breasts to you.
Let us get up early to the vineyards, let us see if the vineyard flourish, if the flowers be ready to bring forth fruits, if the pomegranates flourish: there will I give thee my breasts.
13 The mandrakes yield their fragrance. At our gates is every fruit. The new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for you.
The mandrakes give a smell. In our gates are all fruits: the new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for thee.
