Song of Solomon 7:1-9 ▼

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.

2 Your waist [is] a basin of roundness, || It does not lack the mixture, || Your body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,

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

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,

5 Your head on you as Carmel, || And the locks of your head as purple, || The king is bound with the flowings!

6 How beautiful and how pleasant you have been, || O love, in delights.

7 This your stature has been like to a palm, || And your breasts to clusters.

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,

9 And your palate as the good wine—Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, || Strengthening the lips of the aged!