7Song of Songs 7

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.Select Song of Songs 7:1

2Thy waist is a basin of roundness, It lacketh not the mixture, Thy body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,Select Song of Songs 7:2

3Thy two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,Select Song of Songs 7:3

4Thy 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,Select Song of Songs 7:4

5Thy head upon thee as Carmel, And the locks of thy head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!Select Song of Songs 7:5

6How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights.Select Song of Songs 7:6

7This thy stature hath been like to a palm, And thy breasts to clusters.Select Song of Songs 7:7

8I 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,Select Song of Songs 7:8

9And thy palate as the good wine--'Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!Select Song of Songs 7:9

10I am my beloved's, and on me is his desire.Select Song of Songs 7:10

11Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,Select Song of Songs 7:11

12We 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;Select Song of Songs 7:12

13The mandrakes have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, yea, old, my beloved, I laid up for thee!Select Song of Songs 7:13