Song of Solomon 7
1 Howe beautifull are thy goings with shooes, O princes daughter! the ioynts of thy thighs are like iewels: the worke of the hande of a cunning workeman.
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.
2 Thy nauel is as a round cuppe that wanteth not licour: thy belly is as an heape of wheat compassed about with lilies.
Thy navel is like a round bowl never wanting cups. Thy belly is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.
3 Thy two breastes are as two young roes that are twinnes.
Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
4 Thy necke is like a towre of yuorie: thine eyes are like the fishe pooles in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose is as the towre of Lebanon, that looketh toward Damascus.
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.
5 Thine head vpon thee is as skarlet, and the bush of thine head like purple: the King is tyed in the rafters.
Thy head is like Carmel: and the hairs of thy head as the purple of the king bound in the channels.
6 Howe faire art thou, and howe pleasant art thou, O my loue, in pleasures!
How beautiful art thou, and how comely, my dearest, in delights!
7 This thy stature is like a palme tree, and thy brestes like clusters.
Thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
8 I saide, I will goe vp into the palme tree, I will take holde of her boughes: thy breastes shall nowe be like the clusters of the vine: and the sauour of thy nose like apples,
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.
9 And the roufe of thy mouth like good wine, which goeth straight to my welbeloued, and causeth the lippes of the ancient to speake.
Thy throat like the best wine, worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and his teeth to ruminate.
10 I am my welbeloueds, and his desire is toward mee.
I to my beloved, and his turning is towards me.
11 Come, my welbeloued, let vs go foorth into the fielde: let vs remaine in the villages.
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field, let us abide in the villages.
12 Let vs get vp early to the vines, let vs see if the vine florish, whether it hath budded the small grape, or whether the pomegranates florish: there will I giue thee my loue.
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.
13 The mandrakes haue giuen a smelll, and in our gates are all sweete things, new and olde: my welbeloued, I haue kept them for thee.
The mandrakes give a smell. In our gates are all fruits: the new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for thee.
