Song 7
Berean Standard BibleTranslation
Berean Standard Bible
Douay-Rheims Bible, American Edition (1899)
1How beautiful are your sandaled feet, O daughter of the prince! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the handiwork of a master.
1What shalt thou see in the Sulamitess but the companies of camps? How beautiful are thy steps in shoes, O prince’s daughter! The joints of thy thighs are like jewels, that are made by the hand of a skillful workman.
2Your navel is a rounded goblet; it never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by the lilies.
2Thy navel is like a round bowl never wanting cups. Thy belly is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.
3Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
3Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
4Your neck is like a tower made of ivory; your eyes are like the pools of Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim; your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, facing toward Damascus.
4Thy neck as a tower of ivory. Thy eyes like the fishpools in Hesebon, which are in the gate of the daughter of the multitude. Thy nose is as the tower of Libanus, that looketh toward Damascus.
5Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, the hair of your head like purple threads; the king is captured in your tresses.
5Thy head is like Carmel: and the hairs of thy head as the purple of the king bound in the channels.
6How fair and pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!
6How beautiful art thou, and how comely, my dearest, in delights!
7Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit.
7Thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
8I said, “I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit.” May your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples,
8I said: I will go up into the palm tree, and will take hold of the fruit thereof: and thy breasts shall be as the clusters of the vine: and the odour of thy mouth like apples.
9and your mouth like the finest wine. May it flow smoothly to my beloved, gliding gently over lips and teeth.
9Thy throat like the best wine, worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and his teeth to ruminate.
10I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.
10I to my beloved, and his turning is towards me.
11Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside; let us spend the night among the wildflowers.
11Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field, let us abide in the villages.
12Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vine has budded, if the blossom has opened, if the pomegranates are in bloom— there I will give you my love.
12Let us get up early to the vineyards, let us see if the vineyard flourish, if the flowers be ready to bring forth fruits, if the pomegranates flourish: there will I give thee my breasts.
13The mandrakes send forth a fragrance, and at our door is every delicacy, new as well as old, that I have treasured up for you, my beloved.
13The mandrakes give a smell. In our gates are all fruits: the new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for thee.
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