Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are your sandaled feet, princess! Your curved thighs are like ornaments made by a master craftsman.
How beautiful, are thy feet in sandals, O daughter of a noble, —The curvings of thy hips, are like ornaments wrought by the hands of a skilled workman:
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.
Thy navel, is a round bowl, may it not lack spiced wine! Thy body, a heap of wheat fenced about with lilies;
3 Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
Thy two breasts, are like two young roes, the twins of a gazelle:
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.
Thy neck, is like a tower of ivory, —Thine eyes, are pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim, Thy nose, is like the tower of Lebanon, which looketh towards 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!
Thy head upon thee, is like Carmel, And, the hair of thy head, is like purple, —The king, is held captive by the ringlets!
6 How beautiful you are, my love—how attractive are your charms!
[HE] How beautiful, and how delightful, O dear love, for delights:
7 You are as tall and slender as a palm tree; your breasts are like its clusters of fruit.
This thy stature, is like to a palm-tree, and, thy breasts, are like clusters:
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!
I said, I will ascend the palm-tree, I will lay hold of its fruit stalks—Oh then, let thy breasts, I pray thee, be like vine-clusters, And, the fragrance of thy nose, like apples;
9 May your kisses be like the best wine, going down smoothly, gliding over lips and teeth.
And, thy mouth, like good wine—[SHE] Flowing to my beloved smoothly, gliding over the lips of the sleeping.
10 My love is mine, and I am the one he desires!
I, am my beloved’s, and, unto me, is his longing.
11 Come, my love, let's go out into the countryside, and spend the night among the henna flowers.
Come, my beloved, Let us go forth into the country, Let us stay the night 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 get up early to the vineyards, Let us see whether the vine, hath burst forth, the blossom, hath opened, the pomegranates, have bloomed, —There, will I give my caresses to thee.
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 love-apples, have given fragrance, and, at our openings, are all precious things, new and yet old, —O my beloved! I have treasured them up for thee.
