Song of Solomon 7

1 Howe beautifull are thy goings with shooes, O princes daughter! the ioynts of thy thighs are like iewels: the worke of the hande of a cunning workeman.

How beautiful are your feet with shoes, O prince’s daughter! the joints of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.

2 Thy nauel is as a round cuppe that wanteth not licour: thy belly is as an heape of wheat compassed about with lilies.

Your navel is like a round goblet, which wants not liquor: your belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.

3 Thy two breastes are as two young roes that are twinnes.

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

4 Thy necke is like a towre of yuorie: thine eyes are like the fishe pooles in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose is as the towre of Lebanon, that looketh toward Damascus.

Your neck is as a tower of ivory; your eyes like the fish pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: your nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.

5 Thine head vpon thee is as skarlet, and the bush of thine head like purple: the King is tyed in the rafters.

Your head on you is like Carmel, and the hair of your head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.

6 Howe faire art thou, and howe pleasant art thou, O my loue, in pleasures!

How fair and how pleasant are you, O love, for delights!

7 This thy stature is like a palme tree, and thy brestes like clusters.

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

8 I saide, I will goe vp into the palme tree, I will take holde of her boughes: thy breastes shall nowe be like the clusters of the vine: and the sauour of thy nose like apples,

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

9 And the roufe of thy mouth like good wine, which goeth straight to my welbeloued, and causeth the lippes of the ancient to speake.

And the roof of your mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goes down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.

10 I am my welbeloueds, and his desire is toward mee.

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

11 Come, my welbeloued, let vs go foorth into the fielde: let vs remaine in the villages.

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

12 Let vs get vp early to the vines, let vs see if the vine florish, whether it hath budded the small grape, or whether the pomegranates florish: there will I giue thee my loue.

Let 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 you my loves.

13 The mandrakes haue giuen a smelll, and in our gates are all sweete things, new and olde: my welbeloued, I haue kept them for thee.

The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.