7:1 Thy steps are beautiful in shoes, O
daughter of the prince: the joints of [thy] thighs are like chains, the work
of the craftsman.
7:2 Thy navel is [as] a turned bowl, not wanting liquor; thy belly is [as] a
heap of wheat set about with lilies.
7:3 Thy two breasts are as two twin fawns.
7:4 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.
7:5 Thy head upon thee is as Carmel, and the curls of thy hair like scarlet;
the king is bound in the galleries.
7:6 How beautiful art thou, and how sweet art thou, [my] love!
7:7 This is thy greatness in thy delights: thou wast made like a palm tree,
and thy breasts to cluster.
7:8 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 of apples;
7:9 and thy throat as good wine, going well with my kinsman, suiting my lips
and teeth.
7:10 I am my kinsman's, and his desire is toward me.
7:11 Come, my kinsman, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the
villages.
7:12 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 thee my breasts.
7:13 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 thee. |
7:1 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.
7:2 Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is
like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
7:3 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
7:4 Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in
Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon
which looketh toward Damascus.
7:5 Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like
purple; the king is held in the galleries.
7:6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
7:7 This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of
grapes.
7:8 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;
7:9 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.
7:10 I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.
7:11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the
villages.
7:12 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.
7:13 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. |