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.
Your steps are beautiful in shoes, O daughter of the prince: the joints of [your] thighs are like chains, the work of the craftsman.
2 Your navel is a round bowl, never lacking in curvature. Your abdomen is like a bundle of wheat, surrounded with lilies.
Your navel is [as] a turned bowl, not lacking liquor; your belly is [as] a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
3 Your two breasts are like two young twin does.
Your two breasts are as two twin fawns.
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.
Your neck is as an ivory tower; your eyes are as pools in Esebon, by the gates of the daughter of many: your nose is as the tower of Libanus, looking toward Damascus.
5 Your head is like Carmel, and the hairs of your head are like the purple of the king, bound into pleats.
Your head upon you is as Carmel, and the curls of your hair like scarlet; the king is bound in the galleries.
6 Most beloved one, how beautiful you are, and how graceful in delights!
How beautiful are you, and how sweet are you, [my] love!
7 Your stature is comparable to the palm tree, and your breasts to clusters of grapes.
This is your greatness in your delights: you were made like a palm tree, and your breasts to cluster.
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 to the palm tree, I will take hold of its high boughs: and now shall your breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose of 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.
and your throat as good wine, going well with my kinsman, suiting my lips and teeth.
10 I am for my beloved, and his turning is to me.
I am my kinsman's, and his desire is toward me.
11 Approach, my beloved. Let us go out into the field; let us linger in the villages.
Come, my kinsman, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge 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 go early into the vineyards; let us see if the vine has flowered, [if] the blossoms have appeared, if the pomegranates have blossomed; there will I give you 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 have given a smell, and at our doors [are] all kinds of choice fruits, new and old. O my kinsman, I have kept [them] for you.
