Home Master Index
←Prev   Song of Songs 7 as rendered by/in  Next→ 



7:1   How beautiful are your sandaled feet, princess! The curves of your thighs are like jewelry, the handiwork of a master.
7:2  Your navel is a rounded bowl; it never lacks mixed wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat surrounded by lilies.
7:3  Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
7:4  Your neck is like a tower of ivory, your eyes like pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon looking toward Damascus.
7:5  Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, the hair of your head like purple cloth-- a king could be held captive in your tresses.
7:6  How beautiful you are and how pleasant, my love, with such delights!
7:7  Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit.
7:8  I said, "I will climb the palm tree and take hold of its fruit." May your breasts be like clusters of grapes, and the fragrance of your breath like apricots.
7:9  Your mouth is like fine wine-- W flowing smoothly for my love, gliding past my lips and teeth!
7:10  I belong to my love, and his desire is for me.
7:11  Come, my love, let's go to the field; let's spend the night among the henna blossoms.
7:12  Let's go early to the vineyards; let's see if the vine has budded, if the blossom has opened, if the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love.
7:13  The mandrakes give off a fragrance, and at our doors is every delicacy-- new as well as old. I have treasured them up for you, my love.