The Song of Solomon

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- Chapter 7 -

The woman’s lover speaking to her-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.

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

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

Longing

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

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

How beautiful and lovely you are, beloved one, with your delights!

Your love makes me happy

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

I thought, “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.

May your mouth be like the best wine, flowing smoothly to my beloved, gliding over our lips and teeth. The young woman speaking to her lover-

I am my beloved’s, and he desires me.

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

I want to give you my love

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.

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.

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.