Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful, are thy feet in sandals, O daughter of a noble, —The curvings of thy hips, are like ornaments wrought by the hands of a skilled workman:
What shalt thou see in the Sulamitess but the companies of camps? How beautiful are thy steps in shoes, O prince’s daughter! The joints of thy thighs are like jewels, that are made by the hand of a skillful workman.
2 Thy navel, is a round bowl, may it not lack spiced wine! Thy body, a heap of wheat fenced about with lilies;
Thy navel is like a round bowl never wanting cups. Thy belly is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.
3 Thy two breasts, are like two young roes, the twins of a gazelle:
Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
4 Thy neck, is like a tower of ivory, —Thine eyes, are pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim, Thy nose, is like the tower of Lebanon, which looketh towards Damascus:
Thy neck as a tower of ivory. Thy eyes like the fishpools in Hesebon, which are in the gate of the daughter of the multitude. Thy nose is as the tower of Libanus, that looketh toward Damascus.
5 Thy head upon thee, is like Carmel, And, the hair of thy head, is like purple, —The king, is held captive by the ringlets!
Thy head is like Carmel: and the hairs of thy head as the purple of the king bound in the channels.
6 [HE] How beautiful, and how delightful, O dear love, for delights:
How beautiful art thou, and how comely, my dearest, in delights!
7 This thy stature, is like to a palm-tree, and, thy breasts, are like clusters:
Thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
8 I said, I will ascend the palm-tree, I will lay hold of its fruit stalks—Oh then, let thy breasts, I pray thee, be like vine-clusters, And, the fragrance of thy nose, like apples;
I said: I will go up into the palm tree, and will take hold of the fruit thereof: and thy breasts shall be as the clusters of the vine: and the odour of thy mouth like apples.
9 And, thy mouth, like good wine—[SHE] Flowing to my beloved smoothly, gliding over the lips of the sleeping.
Thy throat like the best wine, worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and his teeth to ruminate.
10 I, am my beloved’s, and, unto me, is his longing.
I to my beloved, and his turning is towards me.
11 Come, my beloved, Let us go forth into the country, Let us stay the night in the villages:
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field, let us abide in the villages.
12 Let us get up early to the vineyards, Let us see whether the vine, hath burst forth, the blossom, hath opened, the pomegranates, have bloomed, —There, will I give my caresses to thee.
Let us get up early to the vineyards, let us see if the vineyard flourish, if the flowers be ready to bring forth fruits, if the pomegranates flourish: there will I give thee my breasts.
13 The love-apples, have given fragrance, and, at our openings, are all precious things, new and yet old, —O my beloved! I have treasured them up for thee.
The mandrakes give a smell. In our gates are all fruits: the new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for thee.
