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.
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 Thy nauel is as a round cuppe that wanteth not licour: thy belly is as an heape of wheat compassed about with lilies.
Thy waist [is] a basin of roundness, It lacketh not the mixture, Thy body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,
3 Thy two breastes are as two young roes that are twinnes.
Thy two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,
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 the ivory, Thine eyes pools in Heshbon, near the gate of Bath-Rabbim, Thy face as a tower of Lebanon looking to 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 upon thee as Carmel, And the locks of thy head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!
6 Howe faire art thou, and howe pleasant art thou, O my loue, in pleasures!
How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights.
7 This thy stature is like a palme tree, and thy brestes like clusters.
This thy stature hath been like to a palm, And thy breasts to clusters.
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, '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 And the roufe of thy mouth like good wine, which goeth straight to my welbeloued, and causeth the lippes of the ancient to speake.
And thy palate as the good wine — 'Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!
10 I am my welbeloueds, and his desire is toward mee.
I [am] my beloved's, and on me [is] his desire.
11 Come, my welbeloued, let vs go foorth into the fielde: let vs remaine in the villages.
Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,
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.
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 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 have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, yea, old, my beloved, I laid up for thee!
