Song of Solomon 7

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!⋮