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 feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.
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 goblet, which wants not liquor: your belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
3 Your two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,
Your two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
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 a tower of ivory; your eyes like the pool in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: your nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looks 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 upon you is like Carmel, and the hair of your head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.
6 How beautiful and how pleasant you have been, O love, in delights.
How fair and how pleasant are you, O love, for delights!
7 This your stature has been like to a palm, And your breasts to clusters.
This your stature is like to a 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,
I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also your breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose 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 your mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goes down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
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 if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give you my loves.
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 a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.
