Song of Solomon 7 — YLT

7Verse 1As the chorus of 'Mahanaim.' How beautiful were thy feet with sandals, O daughter of Nadib. The turnings of thy sides [are] as ornaments, Work of the hands of an artificer.^{Verse 2}Thy waist [is] a basin of roundness, It lacketh not the mixture, Thy body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,^{Verse 3}Thy two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,^{Verse 4}Thy neck as a tower of the ivory, Thine eyes pools in Heshbon, near the gate of Bath-Rabbim, Thy face as a tower of Lebanon looking to Damascus,^{Verse 5}Thy head upon thee as Carmel, And the locks of thy head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!^{Verse 6}How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights.^{Verse 7}This thy stature hath been like to a palm, And thy breasts to clusters.^{Verse 8}I said, 'Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs, Yea, let thy breasts be, I pray thee, as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy face as citrons,^{Verse 9}And thy palate as the good wine — 'Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!^{Verse 10}I [am] my beloved's, and on me [is] his desire.^{Verse 11}Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,^{Verse 12}We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, We see if the vine hath flourished, The sweet smelling-flower hath opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, There do I give to thee my loves;^{Verse 13}The mandrakes have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, yea, old, my beloved, I laid up for thee!