Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of thy thighs [are] like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.
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 Thy navel [is like] a round goblet, [which] wanteth not liquor: thy belly [is like] a heap of wheat set about 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 Thy two breasts [are] like two young roes [that are] twins.
Your two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,
4 Thy neck [is] as a tower of ivory; thy eyes [like] the fish-pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose [is] as the tower of Lebanon which looketh towards 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 Thy head upon thee [is] like Carmel, and the hair of thy head like purple; the king [is] held in the galleries.
Your head on you as Carmel, And the locks of your head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!
6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
How beautiful and how pleasant you have been, O love, in delights.
7 This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters [of grapes].
This your stature has been like to a palm, And your breasts to clusters.
8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its boughs: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose 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 the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth [down] sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
And your palate as the good wine—Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!
10 I [am] my beloved's, and his desire [is] towards me.
I [am] my beloved’s, and on me [is] his desire.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,
12 Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourisheth, [whether] the tender grape appeareth, [and] the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.
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 give a smell, and at our gates [are] all manner of pleasant [fruits], new and old, [which] I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
The mandrakes have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, indeed, old, my beloved, I laid up for you!
