Song of Solomon 7:1-13 in English

¹ How 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.

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

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

⁴ Thy 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.

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

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

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

⁸ I 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,

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

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

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

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

¹³ The 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.

¹ Return, return, O Sunamite; return, return, and we will look at thee. What will ye see in the Sunamite? She comes as bands of armies.

² Thy steps are beautiful in shoes, O daughter of the prince: the joints of thy thighs are like chains, the work of the craftsman.

³ Thy navel is as a turned bowl, not wanting liquor; thy belly is as a heap of wheat set about with lilies.

⁴ Thy two breasts are as two twin fawns.

⁵ Thy neck is as an ivory tower; thine eyes are as pools in Esebon, by the gates of the daughter of many: thy nose is as the tower of Libanus, looking toward Damascus.

⁶ Thy head upon thee is as Carmel, and the curls of thy hair like scarlet; the king is bound in the galleries.

⁷ How beautiful art thou, and how sweet art thou, my love!

⁸ This is thy greatness in thy delights: thou wast made like a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters.

⁹ I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its high boughs: and now shall thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose as apples;

¹⁰ and thy throat as good wine, going well with my kinsman, suiting my lips and teeth.

¹¹ I am my kinsman's, and his desire is toward me.

¹² Come, my kinsman, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.

¹³ 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 thee my breasts.

¹ How 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.

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

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

⁴ Thy 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.

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

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

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

⁸ I 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;

⁹ And 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.

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

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

¹² 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 thee my loves.

¹³ The 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.

¹ How 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.

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

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

⁴ Thy 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.

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

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

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

⁸ I 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;

⁹ And 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.

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

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

¹² 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 thee my loves.

¹³ The 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.

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.

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

³ Your two breasts are as two twin fawns.

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.

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

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

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

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;

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

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

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

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.

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.

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

² Thy navel is like a round goblet, wherein no mingled wine is wanting: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.

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

⁴ Thy 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.

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

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

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

⁸ I 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;

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

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

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

¹² Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see whether the vine hath budded, and its blossom be open, and the pomegranates be in flower: there will I give thee my love.

¹³ The 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.

¹ You who are the daughter of a prince/king, you have lovely feet in your sandals. Your curved hips/thighs are like SIM jewels that have been made by a ◄skilled craftsman/man who shapes jewels very well►.

² Your navel is like MET a round bowl that is always full of wine mixed with spices. Your waist is like SIM a mound/bundle of wheat with lilies growing around it.

³ Your breasts are as as beautiful as SIM two ◄fawns/young gazelles►.

⁴ Your neck is like SIM a tower made of ivory. Your eyes sparkle/shine like MET the pools in Heshbon city, near the Bath-Rabbim gate. Your nose is is as lovely as SIM the tower of Lebanon which faces toward Damascus.

⁵ Your head is majestic like SIM Carmel Mountain. Your long hair is shiny SIM and black; it is as though I, your king, am captured by your tresses.

⁶ You whom I love, who have many charming features that attract me, are very beautiful and pleasant/pleasing.

⁷ You are stately like SIM a palm tree, and your breasts are like SIM clusters/bunches of dates/fruit.

⁸ I said to myself, “I will climb that palm tree and take hold of those clusters of dates.” To me, your breasts are like clusters of grapes that I can feel and your breath is like the sweet fragrance of apples

⁹ and your kisses are like very good wine. My kisses MTY go to the one who loves me and flow like wine over his lips and his teeth.

¹⁰ I belong to the man who loves me, and he desires me.

¹¹ You who love me, let's go to the countryside, and sleep among the henna bushes (OR, in one of the villages).

¹² And let's go early to the vineyards to see if the grapevines have budded and if there are blossoms on them that have opened, and to see if the pomegranate trees are blooming, and there I will make love to you.

¹³ The mandrakes/love-apples are producing a fragrant odor, and we are surrounded by delightful pleasures MET, EUP, new ones and old ones, pleasures that I have been saving to give to you, who love me.

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.

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

³ Your two breasts are as two twin fawns.

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 towards Damascus.

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

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

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

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;

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

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

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

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.

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.

¹ How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince’s daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.

² Your body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.

³ Your two breasts are like two fawns, that are twins of a roe.

⁴ Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.

⁵ Your head on you is like Carmel. The hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in its tresses.

⁶ How beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights!

⁷ This, your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit.

⁸ I said, “I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit.” Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples.

⁹ Your mouth is like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.

¹⁰ I am my beloved’s. His desire is toward me.

¹¹ Come, my beloved! Let’s go out into the field. Let’s lodge in the villages.

¹² Let’s go early up to the vineyards. Let’s see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.

¹³ The mandrakes produce fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.

¹ How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince’s daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.

² Your body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.

³ Your two breasts are like two fawns, that are twins of a roe.

⁴ Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.

⁵ Your head on you is like Carmel. The hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in its tresses.

⁶ How beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights!

⁷ This, your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit.

⁸ I said, “I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit.” Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples.

⁹ Your mouth is like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.

¹⁰ I am my beloved’s. His desire is toward me.

¹¹ Come, my beloved! Let’s go out into the field. Let’s lodge in the villages.

¹² Let’s go early up to the vineyards. Let’s see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.

¹³ The mandrakes produce fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.

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

² Your body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.

³ Your two breasts are like two fawns, that are twins of a roe.

⁴ Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks towards Damascus.

⁵ Your head on you is like Carmel. The hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in its tresses.

⁶ How beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights!

⁷ This, your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit.

⁸ I said, “I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit.” Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples.

⁹ Your mouth is like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.

¹⁰ I am my beloved’s. His desire is towards me.

¹¹ Come, my beloved! Let’s go out into the field. Let’s lodge in the villages.

¹² Let’s go early up to the vineyards. Let’s see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.

¹³ The mandrakes produce fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.

¹ How 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:

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

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

⁴ Your 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:

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

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

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

⁸ I 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;

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

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

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

¹² Let 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.

¹³ The 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.

¹ How beautiful are thy footsteps in sandals, O prince's daughter! The roundings of thy thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of an artist.

² Thy navel is a round goblet, which wanteth not mixed wine; Thy belly a heap of wheat, set about with lilies;

³ Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle;

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

⁵ Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the locks of thy head like purple; The king is fettered by thy ringlets!

⁶ How fair and how pleasant art thou, my love, in delights!

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

⁸ I said, I will go up to the palm-tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof; And thy breasts shall indeed be like clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy nose like apples,

⁹ And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine, ...That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, And stealeth over the lips of them that are asleep.

¹⁰ I am my beloved's, And his desire is toward me.

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

¹² We will go up early to the vineyards, We will see if the vine hath budded, If the blossom is opening, And the pomegranates are in bloom: There will I give thee my loves.

¹³ The mandrakes yield fragrance; And at our gates are all choice fruits, new and old: I have laid them up for thee, my beloved.

¹ 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 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 are like two young roes that are twins.

⁴ 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 is like Carmel: and the hairs of thy head as the purple of the king bound in the channels.

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

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

⁸ 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 Thy throat like the best wine, worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and his teeth to ruminate.

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

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

¹² 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 give a smell. In our gates are all fruits: the new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for thee.

¹ How beautiful are your sandaled feet, princess! Your curved thighs are like ornaments made by a master craftsman.

² Your navel is like a round bowl—may it never lack spiced wine! Your abdomen is like a mound of wheat surrounded by lilies.

³ Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.

⁴ Your neck is as elegant as a tower made of ivory. Your eyes shine like the pools of Heshbon by the Bathrabbin gate. Your nose is beautiful, prominent like the tower in Lebanon that faces Damascus.

⁵ Your head is as magnificent as Mount Carmel; your black hair has a purple sheen, as if a king was held captive in your locks!

⁶ How beautiful you are, my love—how attractive are your charms!

⁷ You are as tall and slender as a palm tree; your breasts are like its clusters of fruit.

⁸ I tell myself, “I will climb the palm tree and take hold of the fruit.” May your breasts be like bunches of grapes on the vine, and your breath have the scent of apples!

⁹ May your kisses be like the best wine, going down smoothly, gliding over lips and teeth.

¹⁰ My love is mine, and I am the one he desires!

¹¹ Come, my love, let's go out into the countryside, and spend the night among the henna flowers.

¹² Let's go early to the vineyards and see if the vines have budded and are in flower, and if the pomegranates are blossoming. There I will give my love to you.

¹³ The mandrakes give off their fragrant scent; we are surrounded by all kinds of delights, new as well as old, which I have saved up for you, my love.

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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,

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.

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

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

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.

¹ (7-2) How beautiful are thy steps in sandals, O prince's daughter! The roundings of thy thighs are like the links of a chain, the work of the hands of a skilled workman.

² (7-3) Thy navel is like a round goblet, wherein no mingled wine is wanting; thy belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.

³ (7-4) Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a gazelle.

⁴ (7-5) Thy neck is as a 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.

⁵ (7-6) Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thy head like purple; the king is held captive in the tresses thereof.

⁶ (7-7) How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!

⁷ (7-8) This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.

⁸ (7-9) I said: 'I will climb up into the palm-tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof; and let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy countenance like apples;

⁹ (7-10) And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine, that glideth down smoothly for my beloved, moving gently the lips of those that are asleep.'

¹⁰ (7-11) I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.

¹¹ (7-12) Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.

¹² (7-13) Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see whether the vine hath budded, whether the vine-blossom be opened, and the pomegranates be in flower; there will I give thee my love.

¹³ (7-14) The 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.

¹ How 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.

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

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

⁴ Thy 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.

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

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

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

⁸ I 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;

⁹ And 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.

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

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

¹² 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 thee my loves.

¹³ The 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.

¹ (7:2) How beautiful are thy steps in sandals, O prince's daughter! the roundings of thy thighs are like jewelled ornaments, the work of the hands of the artificer.

² (7:3) Thy navel is like a round goblet which lacketh not the mixed wine: thy body is like a heap of wheat fenced about with lilies.

³ (7:4) Thy two breasts are like two fawns, the twins of the roe.

⁴ (7:5) Thy neck is like a tower of ivory; thy eyes are like the pools in Cheshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim; thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.

⁵ (7:6) Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thy head like purple: a king is held bound in the tresses.

⁶ (7:7) How beautiful and how pleasant art thou, O love, in thy attractions!

⁷ (7:8) This thy stature is like a palm-tree, and thy breasts are like clusters of grapes.

⁸ (7:9) I thought, I wish to climb up the palm-tree, I wish to take hold of its boughs; and, oh, that thy breasts might be like clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;

⁹ (7:10) And thy palate like the best wine, that glideth down for my friend gently, exciting the lips of those that are asleep.—

¹⁰ (7:11) I am my friend's, and toward me is his desire.

¹¹ (7:12) Come, my friend, let us go forth into the field; let us spend the night in the villages;

¹² (7:13) Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine have blossomed, whether the young grape have opened to the view, whether the pomegranates have budded: there will I give my caresses unto thee.

¹³ (7:14) The mandrakes give forth their smell, and at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and also old: O my friend, these have I laid up for thee.

¹ Return, return, O Shulammite; Return, return, and we will look at thee. What will ye see in the Shulammite? She comes as bands of armies.

² Thy steps are beautiful in shoes, O daughter of the prince: The joints of thy thighs are like chains, The work of the craftsman.

³ Thy navel is as a turned bowl, Not wanting liquor; Thy belly is as a heap of wheat Set about with lilies.

⁴ Thy two breasts are as two twin fawns.

⁵ Thy neck is as an ivory tower; Thine eyes are as pools in Heshbon, By the gates of the daughter of many: Thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon, Looking toward Damascus.

⁶ Thy head upon thee is as Carmel, And the curls of thy hair like scarlet; The king is bound in the galleries.

⁷ How beautiful art thou, And how sweet art thou, my love!

⁸ This is thy greatness in thy delights: Thou wast made like a palm tree, And thy breasts to clusters.

⁹ I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its high boughs: And now shall thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, And the smell of thy nose as apples;

¹⁰ And thy throat as good wine, Going well with my kinsman, Suiting my lips and teeth.

¹¹ I am my kinsman’s, And his desire is toward me.

¹² Come, my kinsman, let us go forth into the field; Let us lodge in the villages.

¹³ 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 thee my breasts.

¹ Lov. How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! The roundings of thy hips are like neck ornaments, The work of the hands of the artificer;

² Thy navel is like a round goblet, that wanteth not the spiced wine; Thy belly like a heap of wheat, inclosed with lilies;

³ Thy two breasts are like two young twin gazelles;

⁴ Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; Thine eyes are like the pools at Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon, which looketh toward Damascus;

⁵ Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thy head like purple; The king is captivated by thy locks.

⁶ How fair, how pleasant art thou, love, in delights!

⁷ This thy stature is like the palm-tree, And thy breasts like clusters of dates.

⁸ I will go up, say I to myself, upon the palm-tree; I will take hold of its boughs, And thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy nose like apples,

⁹ And thy mouth like the best wine— M. — that goeth down smoothly for my beloved, Flowing over the lips of them that sleep.

¹⁰ I am my beloved's, And his desire is toward me.

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

¹² Then will we go early to the vineyards, To see whether the vine putteth forth, Whether its blossom openeth, And the pomegranates bud forth; There will I give thee my love!

¹³ The love-apples give forth fragrance; And at our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old: I have kept them for thee, my beloved!

¹ How beautiful your feet appear in your sandals, prince's daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a master craftsman.

² Your navel is like a round bowl; may it never lack mixed wine. Your belly is like a mound of wheat encircled with lilies.

³ Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.

⁴ Your neck is like a tower of ivory; your eyes are the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath Rabbim. Your nose is like the tower in Lebanon that looks toward Damascus.

⁵ Your head is on you like Carmel; the hair on your head is dark purple. The king is held captive by its tresses.

⁶ How beautiful and how lovely you are, my love, with delights!

⁷ Your height is like that of a date palm tree, and your breasts like clusters of fruit.

⁸ I said, “I want to climb that palm tree; I will take hold of its branches.” May your breasts be like clusters of grapes, and may the fragrance of your nose be like apricots.

⁹ May your palate be like the best wine, flowing smoothly for my beloved, gliding over the lips of those who sleep.

¹⁰ I am my beloved's, and he desires me.

¹¹ Come, my beloved, let us go out into the countryside; let us spend the night in the villages.

¹² Let us rise early to go to the vineyards; let us see whether the vines have budded, whether their blossoms have opened, and whether the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.

¹³ The mandrakes give off their fragrance; at the door where we are staying are all sorts of choice fruits, new and old, that I have stored up for you, my beloved.

¹ How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince’s daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.

² Your body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.

³ Your two breasts are like two fawns, that are twins of a roe.

⁴ Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.

⁵ Your head on you is like Carmel. The hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in its tresses.

⁶ How beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights!

⁷ This, your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit.

⁸ I said, “I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit.” Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples.

⁹ Your mouth is like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.

¹⁰ I am my beloved’s. His desire is toward me.

¹¹ Come, my beloved! Let’s go out into the field. Let’s lodge in the villages.

¹² Let’s go early up to the vineyards. Let’s see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.

¹³ The mandrakes produce fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.

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

² Your body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.

³ Your two breasts are like two fawns, that are twins of a roe.

⁴ Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks towards Damascus.

⁵ Your head on you is like Carmel. The hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in its tresses.

⁶ How beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights!

⁷ This, your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit.

⁸ I said, “I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit.” Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples.

⁹ Your mouth is like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.

¹⁰ I am my beloved’s. His desire is towards me.

¹¹ Come, my beloved! Let’s go out into the field. Let’s lodge in the villages.

¹² Let’s go early up to the vineyards. Let’s see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.

¹³ The mandrakes produce fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.

¹ How 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 skillful workman.

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

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

⁴ Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thy eyes like the fish-pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh towards Damascus.

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

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

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

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

⁹ And 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.

¹⁰ I am my beloved's, and his desire is towards me.

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

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

¹³ The 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.

¹ How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince’s daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.

² Your body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.

³ Your two breasts are like two fawns, that are twins of a roe.

⁴ Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.

⁵ Your head on you is like Carmel. The hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in its tresses.

⁶ How beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights!

⁷ This, your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit.

⁸ I said, “I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit.” Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples.

⁹ Your mouth is like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.

¹⁰ I am my beloved’s. His desire is toward me.

¹¹ Come, my beloved! Let’s go out into the field. Let’s lodge in the villages.

¹² Let’s go early up to the vineyards. Let’s see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.

¹³ The mandrakes produce fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.

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

² Your body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.

³ Your two breasts are like two fawns, that are twins of a roe.

⁴ Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks towards Damascus.

⁵ Your head on you is like Carmel. The hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in its tresses.

⁶ How beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights!

⁷ This, your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit.

⁸ I said, “I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit.” Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples.

⁹ Your mouth is like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.

¹⁰ I am my beloved’s. His desire is towards me.

¹¹ Come, my beloved! Let’s go out into the field. Let’s lodge in the villages.

¹² Let’s go early up to the vineyards. Let’s see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.

¹³ The mandrakes produce fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.

¹ Daughter of the prince, thy goings be full fair in shoes; the jointures of thy hips be as brooches, that be made by the hand of a craftsman.

² Thy navel is as a round cup, and well-formed, that hath never need to drinks; thy womb is as an heap of wheat, beset about with lilies.

³ Thy two teats be as two kids, twins of a capret.

⁴ Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes be as the cisterns in Heshbon, that be in the gate of the daughter of the multitude; thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon, that beholdeth against Damascus.

⁵ Thine head is as Carmel; and the hairs of thine head be as the king’s purple, joined to troughs.

⁶ Most dear spousess, thou art full fair, and full shapely in delights.

⁷ Thy stature is likened to a palm tree, and thy teats to clusters of grapes.

⁸ I said, I shall go up into a palm tree, and I shall take the fruits thereof. And thy teats shall be as the clusters of grapes of a vinery; and the odour of thy mouth as the odour of pom-egranates;

⁹ thy throat shall be as best wine. Worthy to my darling for to drink, and to his lips and teeth to chew.

¹⁰ I shall cleave by love to my darling, and his turning shall be to me.

¹¹ Come thou, my darling, go we out into the field; dwell we together in towns.

¹² Rise we early to the vinery; see we, if the vine hath flowered, if the flowers bring forth fruit, if the pomegranates have flowered; there I shall give to thee my loves.

¹³ The Mandrakes have given their odour in our gates; my darling, I have kept to thee all apples, new and eld or old.

¹ Daughter of the prince, thy goings be full fair in shoes; the jointures of thy hips be as brooches, that be made by the hand of a craftsman. (Daughter of the prince, thy feet be so beautiful in thy shoes; the curves of thy hips be like brooches, that be made by the hand of a craftsman.)

² Thy navel is as a round cup, and well-formed, that hath never need to drinks; thy womb is as an heap of wheat, beset about with lilies. (Thy navel is like a round cup, that is well-formed, and never lacketh for drinks; thy belly is like a heap of wheat, surrounded by lilies.)

³ Thy two teats be as two kids, twins of a capret. (Thy two breasts be like two kids, or two fawns, yea, the twins of a gazelle.)

⁴ Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes be as the cisterns in Heshbon, that be in the gate of the daughter of the multitude; thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon, that beholdeth against Damascus. (Thy neck is like an ivory tower; thine eyes be like the pools in Heshbon, that be at the gate of Bathrabbim; thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon, that looketh toward Damascus.)

⁵ Thine head is as Carmel; and the hairs of thine head be as the king’s purple, joined to troughs. (Thy head (is) held high like Mount Carmel; and the hair on thy head (is) like the king’s purple, braided with ribbons.)

⁶ Most dear spousess, thou art full fair, and full shapely in delights. (My dear spousess, thou art so beautiful, and so shapely, and so delightfully formed.)

⁷ Thy stature is likened to a palm tree, and thy teats to clusters of grapes. (Thy stature is like a palm tree or Thou art stately like a palm tree, and thy breasts be like clusters of grapes.)

⁸ I said, I shall go up into a palm tree, and I shall take the fruits thereof. And thy teats shall be as the clusters of grapes of a vinery; and the odour of thy mouth as the odour of pomegranates; (I said, I shall go up into the palm tree, and I shall take of its fruits. And thy breasts be like clusters of grapes in a vineyard; and the aroma of thy breath is like the aroma of pomegranates;)

⁹ thy throat shall be as best wine. Worthy to my darling for to drink, and to his lips and teeth to chew. (yea, thy breath is like the best wine. Worthy for thy darling to drink, and flowing over my lips and teeth.)

¹⁰ I shall cleave by love to my darling, and his turning shall be to me.

¹¹ Come thou, my darling, go we out into the field; dwell we together in towns. (Come thou, my darling, let us go out into the fields, or into the countryside; and then stay we together in the towns.)

¹² Rise we early to the vinery; see we, if the vine hath flowered, if the flowers bring forth fruit, if the pomegranates have flowered; there I shall give to thee my loves. (Rise we up early, and let us go to the vineyard; and we shall see, if the vine hath flowered, and if the flowers have brought forth fruit, and if the pomegranate trees have flowered; and there I shall give my love to thee.)

¹³ The Mandrakes have given their odour in our gates; my darling, I have kept to thee all apples, new and eld. (The mandrakes have given their aroma at our gates; my darling, I have kept all the fruits for thee, new and old.)

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.

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

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

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,

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

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

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

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,

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

¹⁰ I am my beloved's, and on me is his desire.

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

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;

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