Song of Solomon 7

1 You who are the daughter of a prince/king, you have lovely feet in your sandals. Your curved hips/thighs are like [SIM] jewels that have been made by a (skilled craftsman/man who shapes jewels very well).

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 Your navel is [like] [MET] a round bowl that is always full of wine mixed [with spices]. Your waist is [like] [SIM] a mound/bundle of wheat with lilies [growing] around it.

Thy navel is like a round bowl never wanting cups. Thy belly is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.

3 Your breasts are as [as beautiful] as [SIM] two (fawns/young gazelles).

Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.

4 Your neck is like [SIM] a tower [made of] ivory. Your eyes [sparkle/shine like] [MET] the pools in Heshbon [city], near the Bath-Rabbim gate. Your nose is [is as lovely] as [SIM] the tower of Lebanon which faces toward 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 Your head is [majestic] like [SIM] Carmel Mountain. Your long hair is shiny [SIM] and black; [it is as though] I, your king, am captured by your tresses.

Thy head is like Carmel: and the hairs of thy head as the purple of the king bound in the channels.

6 You whom I love, who have many charming features that attract me, are very beautiful and pleasant/pleasing.

How beautiful art thou, and how comely, my dearest, in delights!

7 You are stately like [SIM] a palm tree, and your breasts are like [SIM] clusters/bunches of dates/fruit.

Thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.

8 I said [to myself], “I will climb that palm tree and take hold of those clusters of dates.” To me, your breasts are like clusters of grapes [that I can feel] and your breath is like the sweet fragrance of 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 your kisses are like very good wine. My kisses [MTY] go to the one who loves me and flow [like wine] over his lips and his teeth.

Thy throat like the best wine, worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and his teeth to ruminate.

10 I belong to the man who loves me, and he desires me.

I to my beloved, and his turning is towards me.

11 You who love me, let’s go to the countryside, and sleep among the henna bushes (OR, in one of the villages).

Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field, let us abide in the villages.

12 And let’s go early to the vineyards to see if the grapevines have budded and if there are blossoms on them that have opened, and to see if the pomegranate [trees] are blooming, and there I will make love to you.

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 mandrakes/love-apples are producing a fragrant odor, and we are surrounded by delightful [pleasures] [MET, EUP], new ones and old ones, pleasures that I have been saving to give to you, who love me.

The mandrakes give a smell. In our gates are all fruits: the new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for thee.