Song of Songs 7

Song of Songs 7

Expressions of Praise

¹How graceful are your feet in sandals,[#Ps 45.13]

O queenly maiden!

Your rounded thighs are like jewels,

the work of a master hand.

²Your navel is a rounded bowl;

may it never lack mixed wine.

Your belly is a heap of wheat,

encircled with lilies.

³Your two breasts are like two fawns,[#Song 4.5]

twins of a gazelle.

⁴Your neck is like an ivory tower.[#Song 4.4]

Your eyes are pools in Heshbon,

by the gate of Bath-rabbim.

Your nose is like a tower of Lebanon,

overlooking Damascus.

⁵Your head crowns you like Carmel,[#Isa 35.2]

and your flowing locks are like purple;

a king is held captive in the tresses.

⁶How fair and pleasant you are,[#Song 1.15, 16]

O loved one, delectable maiden!

⁷You are stately as a palm tree,[#7.7 Heb This your stature is]

and your breasts are like its clusters.

⁸I said, “I will climb the palm tree[#Song 2.5]

and lay hold of its branches.”

O may your breasts be like clusters of the vine,

and the scent of your breath like apples,

⁹and your kisses like the best wine[#7.9 Heb palate]

that goes down smoothly,

gliding over lips and teeth.

¹⁰I am my beloved’s,[#Ps 45.11; Song 2.16; 6.3]

and his desire is for me.

¹¹Come, my beloved,

let us go forth into the fields

and lodge in the villages;

¹²let us go out early to the vineyards;[#Song 6.11]

let us see whether the vines have budded,

whether the grape blossoms have opened

and the pomegranates are in bloom.

There I will give you my love.

¹³The mandrakes give forth fragrance,[#Gen 30.14; Song 2.3; 4.13, 16]

and over our doors are all choice fruits,

new as well as old,

which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.