SONG OF SONGS 7



SS 7:1 How beautiful are your footsteps in sandals, / O prince’s daughter! / Your rounded thighs are like jewels, / The work of the hands of a skilled artist.

SS 7:2 Your navel is a round goblet / That never lacks mixed wine; / Your belly is a heap of wheat, / Fenced in by lilies.

SS 7:3 Your two breasts are like two fawns, / Twins of a gazelle.

SS 7:4 Your neck is like a tower of ivory; / Your eyes, like the pools in Heshbon / By the gate of Bath-rabbim; / Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, / Which faces Damascus.

SS 7:5 Your head upon you is like Carmel, / And the locks of your head like purple. / The king is fettered by your tresses.

SS 7:6 How beautiful and how pleasant in delights / You are, O love!

SS 7:7 This your stature is like a palm tree, / And your breasts are like the clusters.

SS 7:8 I said, I will climb the palm tree; / I will take hold of its branches; / And let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, / And the fragrance of your nose like apples,

SS 7:9 And the roof of your mouth like the best wine — Going down smoothly for my beloved, / Gliding through the lips of those who sleep.

SS 7:10 I am my beloved’s, / And his desire is for me.

SS 7:11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the fields; / Let us lodge in the villages.

SS 7:12 Let us rise up early for the vineyards; / Let us see if the vine has budded, / If the blossom is open, / If the pomegranates are in bloom; / There I will give you my love.

SS 7:13 The mandrakes give forth fragrance, / And over our doors are all choice fruits, / New as well as old. / These, my beloved, I have stored up for you.

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