Song of Solomon 7
1 How! they are beautiful feet your in sandals O daughter of a noble [person] [the] curves of thighs your [are] like jewels [the] work of [the] hands of a master-craftsman.
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.
2 Navel your [is] [the] bowl of roundness may not it lack mixed wine belly your [is] a heap of wheat fenced around with lilies.
Your waist [is] a basin of roundness, It does not lack the mixture, Your body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,
3 [the] two Breasts your [are] like two fawns twins of a gazelle.
Your two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,
4 Neck your [is] like [the] tower of ivory eyes your [are] pools in Heshbon at [the] gate of Bath-Rabbim nose your [is] like [the] tower of Lebanon [which] watches [the] face of Damascus.
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,
5 Head your on you [is] like Carmel and [the] hair of head your [is] like purple wool [the] king [is] bound by the tresses.
Your head on you as Carmel, And the locks of your head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!
6 How! you are beautiful and how! you are lovely O love with delights.
How beautiful and how pleasant you have been, O love, in delights.
7 This stature your it is like a palm tree and breasts your clusters.
This your stature has been like to a palm, And your breasts to clusters.
8 I say I will climb up on [the] palm tree I will take hold on fruit-stalks its and may they be please breasts your like [the] clusters of vine (and [the] odor of *L(b)*) nose your like apples.
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,
9 And mouth your like [the] wine of good [which] goes for lover my to smoothness [which] flows gently [the] lips of sleepers.
And your palate as the good wine—Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!
10 I [belong] to lover my and [is] towards me desire his.
I [am] my beloved’s, and on me [is] his desire.
11 Come! O lover my let us go the field let us pass [the] night in the villages.
Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,
12 Let us rise early to the vineyards let us see if it has budded the vine it has opened the blossom they have bloomed the pomegranates there I will give love my to you.
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;
13 The mandrakes they have given forth an odor and [will be] over doorway our all choice things new also old O lover my [which] I have stored up for you.
The mandrakes have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, indeed, old, my beloved, I laid up for you!
