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 thy steps in sandals, O prince's daughter! The roundings of thy thighs are like the links of a chain, the work of the hands of a skilled workman.
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 like a round goblet, wherein no mingled wine is wanting; thy belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
3 Your two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,
Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are 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,
Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes as the pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim; thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looketh 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 like Carmel, and the hair of thy head like purple; the king is held captive in the tresses thereof.
6 How beautiful and how pleasant you have been, O love, in delights.
How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
7 This your stature has been like to a palm, And your breasts to clusters.
This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, and thy 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,
I said: 'I will climb up into the palm-tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof; and let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy countenance like apples;
9 And your palate as the good wine—Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!
And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine, that glideth down smoothly for my beloved, moving gently the lips of those that are asleep.'
10 I [am] my beloved’s, and on me [is] his desire.
I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.
11 Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,
Come, my beloved, 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 get up early to the vineyards; let us see whether the vine hath budded, whether the vine-blossom be opened, and the pomegranates be in flower; there will I give thee my love.
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 forth fragrance, and at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
