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.
Chorus to Bride: How beautiful are your footsteps in shoes, O daughter of a ruler! The joints of your thighs are like jewels, which have been fabricated by the hand of an artist.
2 Your waist [is] a basin of roundness, It does not lack the mixture, Your body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,
Your navel is a round bowl, never lacking in curvature. Your abdomen is like a bundle of wheat, surrounded with lilies.
3 Your two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,
Your two breasts are like two young twin does.
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,
Your neck is like a tower of ivory. Your eyes like the fish ponds at Heshbon, which are at the entrance to the daughter of the multitude. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, which looks out toward Damascus.
5 Your head on you as Carmel, And the locks of your head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!
Your head is like Carmel, and the hairs of your head are like the purple of the king, bound into pleats.
6 How beautiful and how pleasant you have been, O love, in delights.
Most beloved one, how beautiful you are, and how graceful in delights!
7 This your stature has been like to a palm, And your breasts to clusters.
Your stature is comparable to the palm tree, and your breasts to clusters of grapes.
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,
Groom: I said, I will ascend to the palm tree, and take hold of its fruit. And your breasts will be like clusters of grapes on the vine. And the fragrance of your mouth will be like apples.
9 And your palate as the good wine—Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!
Bride: Your throat is like the finest wine: wine worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and teeth to contemplate.
10 I [am] my beloved’s, and on me [is] his desire.
I am for my beloved, and his turning is to me.
11 Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,
Approach, my beloved. Let us go out into the field; let us linger 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 up in the morning to the vineyards; let us see if the vineyard has flourished, if the flowers are ready to bear fruit, if the pomegranates have flourished. There I will give my breasts to you.
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 yield their fragrance. At our gates is every fruit. The new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for you.
