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.

As the chorus of 'Mahanaim.' How beautiful were thy feet with sandals, O daughter of Nadib. The turnings of thy sides [are] as ornaments, Work of the hands of an artificer.

2 Your navel is a round bowl, never lacking in curvature. Your abdomen is like a bundle of wheat, surrounded with lilies.

Thy waist [is] a basin of roundness, It lacketh not the mixture, Thy body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,

3 Your two breasts are like two young twin does.

Thy two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,

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 the ivory, Thine eyes pools in Heshbon, near the gate of Bath-Rabbim, Thy face as a tower of Lebanon looking to 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 upon thee as Carmel, And the locks of thy head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!

6 Most beloved one, how beautiful you are, and how graceful in delights!

How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights.

7 Your stature is comparable to the palm tree, and your breasts to clusters of grapes.

This thy stature hath been like to a palm, And thy breasts to clusters.

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, 'Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs, Yea, let thy breasts be, I pray thee, as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy face as citrons,

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 thy palate as the good wine — 'Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!

10 I am for my beloved, and his turning is to me.

I [am] my beloved's, and on me [is] his desire.

11 Approach, my beloved. Let us go out into the field; let us linger in the villages.

Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,

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.

We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, We see if the vine hath flourished, The sweet smelling-flower hath opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, There do I give to thee my loves;

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 fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, yea, old, my beloved, I laid up for thee!