Song of Solomon 7 Parallel Bible Translations

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1 Thy steps are beautiful in shoes, O daughter of the prince: the joints of thy thighs are like chains, the work of the 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 Thy navel is as a turned bowl, not wanting liquor; thy belly is as a heap of wheat set about 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 Thy two breasts are as two twin fawns. Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle. Your breasts are like two fawns, like twin fawns of a gazelle.
4 Thy neck is as an ivory tower; thine eyes are as pools in Esebon, by the gates of the daughter of many: thy nose is as the tower of Libanus, looking toward 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 Thy head upon thee is as Carmel, and the curls of thy hair like scarlet; the king is bound in the galleries. 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 art thou, and how sweet art thou, my love! 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 is thy greatness in thy delights: thou wast made like a palm tree, and thy breasts to cluster. 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, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its high boughs: and now shall thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose of apples; 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 thy throat as good wine, going well with my kinsman, suiting my lips and teeth. 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 kinsman's, and his desire is toward me. 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 kinsman, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages. 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 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 thee my breasts. 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 a smell, and at our doors are all kinds of choice fruits, new and old. O my kinsman, I have kept them for thee. 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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