Song of Solomon 7
Young's Literal Translation

Admiration by the Bridegroom

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.

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

3Thy two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,

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,

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

6How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights.

7This thy stature hath been like to a palm, And thy breasts to clusters.

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,

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

The Bride Promises Her Love

10I am my beloved's, and on me is his desire.

11Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,

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;

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

Young's Literal Translation

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