Song of Solomon 7
1 [[Lov.]] How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! The roundings of thy hips are like neck ornaments, The work of the hands of the artificer;
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 Thy navel is like a round goblet, that wanteth not the spiced wine; Thy belly like a heap of wheat, inclosed 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 Thy two breasts are like two young twin gazelles;
Thy two breasts are like two fawns, the twins of the roe.
4 Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; Thine eyes are like the pools at Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon, which looketh toward 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 Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thy head like purple; The king is captivated by thy locks.
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 fair, how pleasant art thou, love, in delights!
How beautiful and how pleasant art thou, O love, in thy attractions!
7 This thy stature is like the palm-tree, And thy breasts like clusters of dates.
This thy stature is like a palm-tree, and thy breasts are like clusters of grapes.
8 I will go up, say I to myself, upon the palm-tree; I will take hold of its boughs, And thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy nose like apples,
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 thy mouth like the best wine— [[M.]] — that goeth down smoothly for my beloved, Flowing over the lips of them that sleep.
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 his desire is toward me.
I am my friend's, and toward me is his desire.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the country; Let us lodge in the villages!
Come, my friend, let us go forth into the field; let us spend the night in the villages;
12 Then will we go early to the vineyards, To see whether the vine putteth forth, Whether its blossom openeth, And the pomegranates bud forth; There will I give thee my love!
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 love-apples give forth fragrance; And at our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old: I have kept them for thee, my beloved!
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.
