Song of Solomon 7

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.

1How beautiful are your feet in their shoes, O king's daughter! The curves of your legs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a good workman:

1What 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 skilful workman.

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

2Your stomach is a store of grain with lilies round it, and in the middle a round cup full of wine.

2Thy navel is like a round bowl never wanting cups. Thy belly is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.

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

3Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth.

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

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.

4Your neck is as a tower of ivory; your eyes like the waters in Heshbon, by the doorway of Bath-rabbim; your nose is as the tower on Lebanon looking over Damascus:

4Thy 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.

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

5Your head is like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple, in whose net the king is prisoner.

5Thy head is like Carmel: and the hairs of thy head as the purple of the king bound in the channels.

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

6How beautiful and how sweet you are, O love, for delight.

6How beautiful art thou, and how comely, my dearest, in delights!

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

7You are tall like a palm-tree, and your breasts are like the fruit of the vine.

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

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 the palm-tree, and let me take its branches in my hands: your breasts will be as the fruit of the vine, and the smell of your breath like apples;

8I 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.

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

9And the roof of your mouth like good wine flowing down smoothly for my loved one, moving gently over my lips and my teeth.

9Thy throat like the best wine, worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and his teeth to ruminate.

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

10I am for my loved one, and his desire is for me.

10I to my beloved, and his turning is towards me.

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

11Come, my loved one, let us go out into the field; let us take rest among the cypress-trees.

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

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.

12Let us go out early to the vine-gardens; let us see if the vine is in bud, if it has put out its young fruit, and the pomegranate is in flower. There I will give you my love.

12Let 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.

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 give out a sweet smell, and at our doors are all sorts of good fruits, new and old, which I have kept for my loved one.

13The mandrakes give a smell. In our gates are all fruits: the new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for thee.