Song of Solomon 7

1How 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 cunning workman.

1How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince’s daughter! Thy rounded thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of a skilful workman.

1As the chorus of `Mahanaim.' How beautiful were thy feet with sandals, O daughter of Nadib. The turnings of thy sides <FI>are<Fi> as ornaments, Work of the hands of an artificer.

2Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.

2Thy body islikea round goblet, Wherein no mingled wine is wanting: Thy waist is like a heap of wheat Set about with lilies.

2Thy waist <FI>is<Fi> a basin of roundness, It lacketh not the mixture, Thy body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,

3Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.

3Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe.

3Thy two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,

4Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath–rabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.

4Thy neck is like the tower of ivory; Thine eyes as the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon Which looketh toward Damascus.

4Thy 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,

5Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.

5Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thy head like purple; The king is held captive in the tresses thereof.

5Thy head upon thee as Carmel, And the locks of thy head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!

6How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!

6How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!

6How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights.

7This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.

7This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to its clusters.

7This thy stature hath been like to a palm, And thy breasts to clusters.

8I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;

8I said, I will climb up into the palm-tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof: Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, And the smell of thy breath like apples,

8I 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,

9And 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.

9And thy mouth like the best wine, That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.

9And thy palate as the good wine--'Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!

10I am my beloved’s, and his desire is toward me.

10I am my beloved’s; And his desire is toward me.

10I <FI>am<Fi> my beloved's, and on me <FI>is<Fi> his desire.

11Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.

11Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; Let us lodge in the villages.

11Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,

12Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.

12Let us get up early to the vineyards; Let us see whether the vine hath budded, Andits blossom is open, Andthe pomegranates are in flower: There will I give thee my love.

12We 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;

13The 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.

13The mandrakes give forth fragrance; And at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, Which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.

13The mandrakes have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, yea, old, my beloved, I laid up for thee!