Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are thy steps in sandals, O prince's daughter! the roundings of thy thighs are like jewelled ornaments, the work of the hands of the artificer.
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 navel is like a round goblet which lacketh not the mixed wine: thy body is like a heap of wheat fenced 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 breasts are like two fawns, the twins of the roe.
Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
4 Thy neck is like a tower of ivory; thy eyes are like the pools in Cheshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim; thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon which 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 Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thy head like purple: a king is held bound in the tresses.
Thy head is like Carmel: and the hairs of thy head as the purple of the king bound in the channels.
6 How beautiful and how pleasant art thou, O love, in thy attractions!
How beautiful art thou, and how comely, my dearest, in delights!
7 This thy stature is like a palm-tree, and thy breasts are like clusters of grapes.
Thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
8 I thought, I wish to climb up the palm-tree, I wish to take hold of its boughs; and, oh, that thy breasts might be like clusters of the vine, and the smell 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 thy palate like the best wine, that glideth down for my friend gently, exciting the lips of those that are asleep.—
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 friend's, and toward me is his desire.
I to my beloved, and his turning is towards me.
11 Come, my friend, let us go forth into the field; let us spend the night in the villages;
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field, let us abide in the villages.
12 Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine have blossomed, whether the young grape have opened [to the view], whether the pomegranates have budded: there will I give my caresses unto thee.
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 give forth [their] smell, and at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and also old: O my friend, these have I laid up 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.
