7Verse 1[[Lov.]] How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! The roundings of thy hips are like neck ornaments, The work of the hands of the artificer;Verse 2Thy navel is like a round goblet, that wanteth not the spiced wine; Thy belly like a heap of wheat, inclosed with lilies;Verse 3Thy two breasts are like two young twin gazelles;Verse 4Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; Thine eyes are like the pools at Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon, which looketh toward Damascus;Verse 5Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thy head like purple; The king is captivated by thy locks.Verse 6How fair, how pleasant art thou, love, in delights!Verse 7This thy stature is like the palm-tree, And thy breasts like clusters of dates.Verse 8I will go up, say I to myself, upon the palm-tree; I will take hold of its boughs, And thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy nose like apples,Verse 9And thy mouth like the best wine— [[M.]] — that goeth down smoothly for my beloved, Flowing over the lips of them that sleep.Verse 10I am my beloved's, And his desire is toward me.Verse 11Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the country; Let us lodge in the villages!Verse 12Then will we go early to the vineyards, To see whether the vine putteth forth, Whether its blossom openeth, And the pomegranates bud forth; There will I give thee my love!Verse 13The love-apples give forth fragrance; And at our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old: I have kept them for thee, my beloved!
Song of Solomon 7 — GNB
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