Song of Songs 7

1 Your steps are beautiful in shoes, O daughter of the prince: the joints of [your] thighs are like chains, the work of the craftsman.

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.

2 Your navel is [as] a turned bowl, not lacking liquor; your belly is [as] a heap of wheat set about with lilies.

Thy waist [is] a basin of roundness, It lacketh not the mixture, Thy body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,

3 Your two breasts are as two twin fawns.

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

4 Your neck is as an ivory tower; your eyes are as pools in Esebon, by the gates of the daughter of many: your nose is as the tower of Libanus, looking toward Damascus.

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,

5 Your head upon you is as Carmel, and the curls of your hair like scarlet; the king is bound in the galleries.

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

6 How beautiful are you, and how sweet are you, [my] love!

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

7 This is your greatness in your delights: you were made like a palm tree, and your breasts to cluster.

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

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

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,

9 and your throat as good wine, going well with my kinsman, suiting my lips and teeth.

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

10 I am my kinsman's, and his desire is toward me.

I [am] my beloved's, and on me [is] his desire.

11 Come, my kinsman, 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 go early into the vineyards; let us see if the vine has flowered, [if] the blossoms have appeared, if the pomegranates have blossomed; there will I give you my breasts.

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;

13 The mandrakes have given a smell, and at our doors [are] all kinds of choice fruits, new and old. O my kinsman, I have kept [them] for you.

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