< Song of Solomon 7 >
1 How beautiful are your sandaled feet, princess! Your curved thighs are like ornaments made by a master craftsman.
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.
2 Your navel is like a round bowl—may it never lack spiced wine! Your abdomen is like a mound of wheat surrounded by lilies.
Your navel is a round bowl, never lacking in curvature. Your abdomen is like a bundle of wheat, surrounded with lilies.
3 Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
Your two breasts are like two young twin does.
4 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.
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.
5 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!
Your head is like Carmel, and the hairs of your head are like the purple of the king, bound into pleats.
6 How beautiful you are, my love—how attractive are your charms!
Most beloved one, how beautiful you are, and how graceful in delights!
7 You are as tall and slender as a palm tree; your breasts are like its clusters of fruit.
Your stature is comparable to the palm tree, and your breasts to clusters of grapes.
8 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!
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.
9 May your kisses be like the best wine, going down smoothly, gliding over lips and teeth.
Bride: Your throat is like the finest wine: wine worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and teeth to contemplate.
10 My love is mine, and I am the one he desires!
I am for my beloved, and his turning is to me.
11 Come, my love, let's go out into the countryside, and spend the night among the henna flowers.
Approach, my beloved. Let us go out into the field; let us linger in the villages.
12 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.
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.
13 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.
The mandrakes yield their fragrance. At our gates is every fruit. The new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for you.