The Song of Solomon

⭑ Geneva Bible :: World English Bible Catholic ⭑

- Chapter 7 -

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.

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

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

Longing

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.

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

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

Your love makes me happy

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

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,

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

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

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

I want to give you my love

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.

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.

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.

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

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

Longing

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.

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

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

Your love makes me happy

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

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.

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

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

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

I want to give you my love

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.

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.