Song of Songs 7

1 Your steps are beautiful in shoes, O daughter of the prince: the joints of [your] thighs are like chains, the work of the craftsman.

You who are the daughter of a prince/king, you have lovely feet in your sandals. Your curved hips/thighs are like [SIM] jewels that have been made by a (skilled craftsman/man who shapes jewels very well).

2 Your navel is [as] a turned bowl, not lacking liquor; your belly is [as] a heap of wheat set about with lilies.

Your navel is [like] [MET] a round bowl that is always full of wine mixed [with spices]. Your waist is [like] [SIM] a mound/bundle of wheat with lilies [growing] around it.

3 Your two breasts are as two twin fawns.

Your breasts are as [as beautiful] as [SIM] two (fawns/young gazelles).

4 Your neck is as an ivory tower; your eyes are as pools in Esebon, by the gates of the daughter of many: your nose is as the tower of Libanus, looking toward Damascus.

Your neck is like [SIM] a tower [made of] ivory. Your eyes [sparkle/shine like] [MET] the pools in Heshbon [city], near the Bath-Rabbim gate. Your nose is [is as lovely] as [SIM] the tower of Lebanon which faces toward Damascus.

5 Your head upon you is as Carmel, and the curls of your hair like scarlet; the king is bound in the galleries.

Your head is [majestic] like [SIM] Carmel Mountain. Your long hair is shiny [SIM] and black; [it is as though] I, your king, am captured by your tresses.

6 How beautiful are you, and how sweet are you, [my] love!

You whom I love, who have many charming features that attract me, are very beautiful and pleasant/pleasing.

7 This is your greatness in your delights: you were made like a palm tree, and your breasts to cluster.

You are stately like [SIM] a palm tree, and your breasts are like [SIM] clusters/bunches of dates/fruit.

8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its high boughs: and now shall your breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose of apples;

I said [to myself], “I will climb that palm tree and take hold of those clusters of dates.” To me, your breasts are like clusters of grapes [that I can feel] and your breath is like the sweet fragrance of apples

9 and your throat as good wine, going well with my kinsman, suiting my lips and teeth.

and your kisses are like very good wine. My kisses [MTY] go to the one who loves me and flow [like wine] over his lips and his teeth.

10 I am my kinsman's, and his desire is toward me.

I belong to the man who loves me, and he desires me.

11 Come, my kinsman, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.

You who love me, let’s go to the countryside, and sleep among the henna bushes (OR, in one of the villages).

12 Let us go early into the vineyards; let us see if the vine has flowered, [if] the blossoms have appeared, if the pomegranates have blossomed; there will I give you my breasts.

And let’s go early to the vineyards to see if the grapevines have budded and if there are blossoms on them that have opened, and to see if the pomegranate [trees] are blooming, and there I will make love to you.

13 The mandrakes have given a smell, and at our doors [are] all kinds of choice fruits, new and old. O my kinsman, I have kept [them] for you.

The mandrakes/love-apples are producing a fragrant odor, and we are surrounded by delightful [pleasures] [MET, EUP], new ones and old ones, pleasures that I have been saving to give to you, who love me.