Song of Solomon 7
1 As the chorus of “Mahanaim.” How beautiful were your feet with sandals, O daughter of Nadib. The turnings of your sides [are] as ornaments, Work of the hands of a craftsman.
Thy steps are beautiful in shoes, O daughter of the prince: the joints of [thy] thighs are like chains, the work of the craftsman.
2 Your waist [is] a basin of roundness, It does not lack the mixture, Your body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,
Thy navel is [as] a turned bowl, not wanting liquor; thy belly is [as] a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
3 Your two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,
Thy two breasts are as two twin fawns.
4 Your neck as a tower of the ivory, Your eyes pools in Heshbon, near the Gate of Bath-Rabbim, Your face as a tower of Lebanon looking to Damascus,
Thy neck is as an ivory tower; thine eyes are as pools in Esebon, by the gates of the daughter of many: thy nose is as the tower of Libanus, looking toward Damascus.
5 Your head on you as Carmel, And the locks of your head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!
Thy head upon thee is as Carmel, and the curls of thy hair like scarlet; the king is bound in the galleries.
6 How beautiful and how pleasant you have been, O love, in delights.
How beautiful art thou, and how sweet art thou, [my] love!
7 This your stature has been like to a palm, And your breasts to clusters.
This is thy greatness in thy delights: thou wast made like a palm tree, and thy breasts to cluster.
8 I said, “Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs,” Indeed, let your breasts now be as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of your face as citrons,
I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its high boughs: and now shall thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose of apples;
9 And your palate as the good wine—Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!
and thy throat as good wine, going well with my kinsman, suiting my lips and teeth.
10 I [am] my beloved’s, and on me [is] his desire.
I am my kinsman's, and his desire is toward me.
11 Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,
Come, my kinsman, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
12 We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, We see if the vine has flourished, The sweet smelling-flower has opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, There I give to you my loves;
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 thee my breasts.
13 The mandrakes have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, indeed, old, my beloved, I laid up for you!
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 thee.
