Song 7
1
Your steps are beautiful in shoes, O daughter of the prince: the joints of your thighs
are like chains, the work of the craftsman.
2
Your navel is as a turned bowl, not wanting liquor; your belly is as a heap of wheat
set about with lilies.
3
Your two breasts are as two twin fawns.
4
Your neck is as an ivory tower; your eyes are as pools in Esebon, by the gates of
the Heb. Bath-rabbim daughter of many: your nose is as the tower of Libanus, looking toward Damascus.
5
Your head upon you is as Carmel, and the curls of your hair like scarlet; the king
is bound in the Or, corridors galleries.
6
How beautiful are you, and how sweet are you, my love!
7
This is your greatness in your delights: you were made like a palm tree, and your
breasts to cluster.
8
I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its high boughs: and now
shall your breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose of apples;
9
and your throat as good wine, going well with my kinsman, suiting my lips and teeth.
10
I am my kinsman’s, and his Lit. turning desire is toward me.
11
Come, my kinsman, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
12
Let us go early into the vineyards; let us see if the vine has flowered, if the blossoms
have appeared, if the pomegranates have blossomed; there will I give you my breasts.
13
The mandrakes have given a smell, and at our doors are all kinds of choice fruits,
new and old. O my kinsman, I have kept them for you.