Song of Solomon 7
1 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.
How beautiful are your sandaled feet, princess! Your curved thighs are like ornaments made by a master craftsman.
2 Thy navel is like a round bowl never wanting cups. Thy belly is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.
Your navel is like a round bowl—may it never lack spiced wine! Your abdomen is like a mound of wheat surrounded by lilies.
3 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
4 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.
Your neck is as elegant as a tower made of ivory. Your eyes shine like the pools of Heshbon by the Bathrabbin gate. Your nose is beautiful, prominent like the tower in Lebanon that faces Damascus.
5 Thy head is like Carmel: and the hairs of thy head as the purple of the king bound in the channels.
Your head is as magnificent as Mount Carmel; your black hair has a purple sheen, as if a king was held captive in your locks!
6 How beautiful art thou, and how comely, my dearest, in delights!
How beautiful you are, my love—how attractive are your charms!
7 Thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
You are as tall and slender as a palm tree; your breasts are like its clusters of fruit.
8 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.
I tell myself, “I will climb the palm tree and take hold of the fruit.” May your breasts be like bunches of grapes on the vine, and your breath have the scent of apples!
9 Thy throat like the best wine, worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and his teeth to ruminate.
May your kisses be like the best wine, going down smoothly, gliding over lips and teeth.
10 I to my beloved, and his turning is towards me.
My love is mine, and I am the one he desires!
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field, let us abide in the villages.
Come, my love, let's go out into the countryside, and spend the night among the henna flowers.
12 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.
Let's go early to the vineyards and see if the vines have budded and are in flower, and if the pomegranates are blossoming. There I will give my love to you.
13 The mandrakes give a smell. In our gates are all fruits: the new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for thee.
The mandrakes give off their fragrant scent; we are surrounded by all kinds of delights, new as well as old, which I have saved up for you, my love.
