Song of Solomon 7 Parallel Bible Translations

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1 As the chorus of “Mahanaim.” How beautiful were your feet with sandals, O daughter of Nadib. The turnings of your sides [are] as ornaments, || Work of the hands of a craftsman. How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O noble daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of a master hand. How beautiful your sandaled feet, O prince’s daughter! Your graceful legs are like jewels, the work of an artist’s hands.
2 Your waist [is] a basin of roundness, || It does not lack the mixture, || Your body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies, Your navel is a rounded bowl that never lacks mixed wine. Your belly is a heap of wheat, encircled with lilies. Your navel is a rounded goblet that never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by lilies.
3 Your two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe, Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle. Your breasts are like two fawns, like twin fawns of a gazelle.
4 Your neck as a tower of the ivory, || Your eyes pools in Heshbon, near the Gate of Bath-Rabbim, || Your face as a tower of Lebanon looking to Damascus, Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like a tower of Lebanon, which looks toward Damascus. Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are the pools of Heshbon by the gate of Bath Rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon looking toward Damascus.
5 Your head on you as Carmel, || And the locks of your head as purple, || The king is bound with the flowings! Your head crowns you like Carmel, and your flowing locks are like purple; a king is held captive in the tresses. Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel. Your hair is like royal tapestry; the king is held captive by its tresses.
6 How beautiful and how pleasant you have been, || O love, in delights. How beautiful and pleasant you are, O loved one, with all your delights! How beautiful you are and how pleasing, my love, with your delights!
7 This your stature has been like to a palm, || And your breasts to clusters. Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters. Your stature is like that of the palm, and your breasts like clusters of fruit.
8 I said, “Let me go up on the palm, || Let me lay hold on its boughs,” || Indeed, let your breasts now be as clusters of the vine, || And the fragrance of your face as citrons, I say I will climb the palm tree and lay hold of its fruit. Oh may your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the scent of your breath like apples, I said, “I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit.” May your breasts be like clusters of grapes on the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples,
9 And your palate as the good wine—Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, || Strengthening the lips of the aged! and your mouth like the best wine. She It goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding over lips and teeth. and your mouth like the best wine. She May the wine go straight to my beloved, flowing gently over lips and teeth.
10 I [am] my beloved’s, and on me [is] his desire. I am my beloved’s, and his desire is for me. I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.
11 Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field, Come, my beloved, let us go out into the fields and lodge in the villages; Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside, let us spend the night in the villages.
12 We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, || We see if the vine has flourished, || The sweet smelling-flower has opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, || There I give to you my loves; let us go out early to the vineyards and 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. Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vines have budded, if their blossoms have opened, and if the pomegranates are in bloom— there I will give you my love.
13 The mandrakes have given fragrance, || And at our openings all pleasant things, || New, indeed, old, my beloved, I laid up for you! The mandrakes give forth fragrance, and beside our doors are all choice fruits, new as well as old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved. The mandrakes send out their fragrance, and at our door is every delicacy, both new and old, that I have stored up for you, my beloved.
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