Song of Solomon 7
1 As the chorus of 'Mahanaim.' How beautiful were thy feet with sandals, O daughter of Nadib. The turnings of thy sides [are] as ornaments, Work of the hands of an artificer.
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 waist [is] a basin of roundness, It lacketh not the mixture, Thy body a heap of wheat, fenced 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 as two young ones, twins of a roe,
Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
4 Thy neck as a tower of the ivory, Thine eyes pools in Heshbon, near the gate of Bath-Rabbim, Thy face as a tower of Lebanon looking to 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 as Carmel, And the locks of thy head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!
Thy head is like Carmel: and the hairs of thy head as the purple of the king bound in the channels.
6 How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights.
How beautiful art thou, and how comely, my dearest, in delights!
7 This thy stature hath been like to a palm, And thy breasts to clusters.
Thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
8 I said, 'Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs, Yea, let thy breasts be, I pray thee, as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy face as citrons,
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 palate as the good wine — 'Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!
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 on me [is] his desire.
I to my beloved, and his turning is towards me.
11 Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field, let us abide in the villages.
12 We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, We see if the vine hath flourished, The sweet smelling-flower hath opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, There do I give to thee my loves;
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 have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, yea, old, my beloved, I laid 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.
