7Verse 1How 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. Verse 2Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: Thy belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies. Verse 3Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins. Verse 4Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; Thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim: Thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus. Verse 5Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thine head like purple; The king is held in the galleries. Verse 6How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights! Verse 7This thy stature is like to a palm tree, And thy breasts to clusters of grapes. Verse 8I 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; Verse 9And 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.Verse 10I am my beloved’s, and his desire is towards me. Verse 11Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; Let us lodge in the villages. Verse 12Let 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. Verse 13The 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.
Song of Solomon 7 — KJVCP
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The joints of thy thighs are like jewels,
The work of the hands of a cunning workman.
Verse 2Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor:
Thy belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
Verse 3Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
Verse 4Thy neck is as a tower of ivory;
Thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim:
Thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
Verse 5Thine head upon thee is like Carmel,
And the hair of thine head like purple;
The king is held in the galleries.
Verse 6How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
Verse 7This thy stature is like to a palm tree,
And thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
Verse 8I 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;
Verse 9And 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.Verse 10I am my beloved’s, and his desire is towards me.
Verse 11Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field;
Let us lodge in the villages.
Verse 12Let 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.
Verse 13The 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.