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.
How beautiful are your sandaled feet, princess! Your curved thighs are like ornaments made by a master craftsman.
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 like a round bowl—may it never lack spiced wine! Your abdomen is like a mound of wheat surrounded by lilies.
3 Your two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,
Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
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 as elegant as a tower made of ivory. Your eyes shine like the pools of Heshbon by the Bathrabbin gate. Your nose is beautiful, prominent like the tower in Lebanon that faces 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 as magnificent as Mount Carmel; your black hair has a purple sheen, as if a king was held captive in your locks!
6 How beautiful and how pleasant you have been, O love, in delights.
How beautiful you are, my love—how attractive are your charms!
7 This your stature has been like to a palm, And your breasts to clusters.
You are as tall and slender as a palm tree; your breasts are like its clusters of fruit.
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 tell myself, “I will climb the palm tree and take hold of the fruit.” May your breasts be like bunches of grapes on the vine, and your breath have the scent of apples!
9 And your palate as the good wine—Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!
May your kisses be like the best wine, going down smoothly, gliding over lips and teeth.
10 I [am] my beloved’s, and on me [is] his desire.
My love is mine, and I am the one he desires!
11 Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,
Come, my love, let's go out into the countryside, and spend the night among the henna flowers.
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's go early to the vineyards and see if the vines have budded and are in flower, and if the pomegranates are blossoming. There I will give my love 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 give off their fragrant scent; we are surrounded by all kinds of delights, new as well as old, which I have saved up for you, my love.
