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 jewelled ornaments, the work of the hands of the artificer.
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 which lacketh not the mixed wine: thy body is like a heap of wheat fenced about with lilies.
3 Your two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,
Thy two breasts are like two fawns, the twins of the roe.
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 like a tower of ivory; thy eyes are like the pools in Cheshbon, 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: a king is held bound in the tresses.
6 How beautiful and how pleasant you have been, O love, in delights.
How beautiful and how pleasant art thou, O love, in thy attractions!
7 This your stature has been like to a palm, And your breasts to clusters.
This thy stature is like a palm-tree, and thy breasts are like 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 thought, I wish to climb up the palm-tree, I wish to take hold of its boughs; and, oh, that thy breasts might be like clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
9 And your palate as the good wine—Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!
And thy palate like the best wine, that glideth down for my friend gently, exciting the lips of those that are asleep.—
10 I [am] my beloved’s, and on me [is] his desire.
I am my friend's, and toward me is his desire.
11 Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,
Come, my friend, let us go forth into the field; let us spend the night 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 have blossomed, whether the young grape have opened [to the view], whether the pomegranates have budded: there will I give my caresses unto thee.
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 [their] smell, and at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and also old: O my friend, these have I laid up for thee.
