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.
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.
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 nauel is as a round cuppe that wanteth not licour: thy belly is as an heape of wheat compassed about with lilies.
3 Thy two breasts are like two fawns, the twins of the roe.
Thy two breastes are as two young roes that are twinnes.
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 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.
5 Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thy head like purple: a king is held bound in the tresses.
Thine head vpon thee is as skarlet, and the bush of thine head like purple: the King is tyed in the rafters.
6 How beautiful and how pleasant art thou, O love, in thy attractions!
Howe faire art thou, and howe pleasant art thou, O my loue, in pleasures!
7 This thy stature is like a palm-tree, and thy breasts are like clusters of grapes.
This thy stature is like a palme tree, and thy brestes like clusters.
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 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,
9 And thy palate like the best wine, that glideth down for my friend gently, exciting the lips of those that are asleep.—
And the roufe of thy mouth like good wine, which goeth straight to my welbeloued, and causeth the lippes of the ancient to speake.
10 I am my friend's, and toward me is his desire.
I am my welbeloueds, and his desire is toward mee.
11 Come, my friend, let us go forth into the field; let us spend the night in the villages;
Come, my welbeloued, let vs go foorth into the fielde: let vs remaine 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 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.
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 haue giuen a smelll, and in our gates are all sweete things, new and olde: my welbeloued, I haue kept them for thee.
