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'Awit ng mga Awit 7 ' not found for the version: Ang Bagong Tipan: Filipino Standard Version.

Pagkaganda ng iyong mga paa sa mga panyapak, Oh anak na babae ng pangulo! Ang mga pagkakaugpong ng iyong mga hita ay gaya ng mga hiyas, na gawa ng mga kamay ng bihasang manggagawa.

Ang iyong katawan ay gaya ng mabilog na tasa, na hindi pinagkukulangan ng alak na may halo: ang iyong tiyan ay gaya ng bunton ng trigo na nalalagay sa palibot ng mga lila.

Ang iyong dalawang suso ay gaya ng dalawang batang usa na mga kambal na usa.

Ang iyong leeg ay gaya ng moog na garing; ang iyong mga mata ay gaya ng mga lawa sa Hesbon sa siping ng pintuang-bayan ng Batrabbim; ang iyong ilong ay gaya ng moog ng Libano na nakaharap sa Damasco.

Ang iyong ulo sa iyo ay gaya ng Carmelo, at ang buhok ng iyong ulo ay gaya ng kulay ube; ang hari ay nabibihag sa mga kinulot niyaon.

Pagkaganda at pagkaligaya mo, Oh sinta, sa mga kaluguran!

Itong iyong tayo ay parang puno ng palma, at ang iyong mga suso ay sa mga buwig ng mga ubas.

Aking sinabi, ako'y aakyat sa puno ng palma, ako'y hahawak sa mga sanga niyaon; ang iyong mga suso ay maging gaya ng mga buwig ng puno ng ubas, at ang amoy ng iyong hinga ay gaya ng mga mansanas;

At ang iyong bibig ay gaya ng pinakamainam na alak, na tumutulong marahan para sa aking sinisinta, na dumudulas sa mga labi ng nangatutulog.

10 Ako'y sa aking sinisinta, at ang kaniyang nasa ay sa akin.

11 Parito ka, sinisinta ko, lumabas tayo sa parang; tumigil tayo sa mga nayon.

12 Sampahin nating maaga ang mga ubasan: tingnan natin kung ang puno ng ubas ay nagbubuko, at kung ang kaniyang mga bulaklak ay nagsisibuka, at kung ang mga granada ay namumulaklak: doo'y idudulot ko sa iyo ang aking pagsinta.

13 Ang mga mandragora ay nagpapahalimuyak ng bango, at nasa ating mga pintuan ang lahat na sarisaring mahalagang bunga, bago at luma, na aking inilapag para sa iyo, Oh sinisinta ko.

[a]How beautiful your sandaled feet,
    O prince’s(A) daughter!
Your graceful legs are like jewels,
    the work of an artist’s hands.
Your navel is a rounded goblet
    that never lacks blended wine.
Your waist is a mound of wheat
    encircled by lilies.
Your breasts(B) are like two fawns,
    like twin fawns of a gazelle.
Your neck is like an ivory tower.(C)
Your eyes are the pools of Heshbon(D)
    by the gate of Bath Rabbim.
Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon(E)
    looking toward Damascus.
Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel.(F)
    Your hair is like royal tapestry;
    the king is held captive by its tresses.
How beautiful(G) you are and how pleasing,
    my love, with your delights!(H)
Your stature is like that of the palm,
    and your breasts(I) like clusters of fruit.
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,(J)
    and your mouth like the best wine.

She

May the wine go straight to my beloved,(K)
    flowing gently over lips and teeth.[b]
10 I belong to my beloved,
    and his desire(L) is for me.(M)
11 Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside,
    let us spend the night in the villages.[c]
12 Let us go early to the vineyards(N)
    to see if the vines have budded,(O)
if their blossoms(P) have opened,
    and if the pomegranates(Q) are in bloom(R)
    there I will give you my love.
13 The mandrakes(S) send out their fragrance,
    and at our door is every delicacy,
both new and old,
    that I have stored up for you, my beloved.(T)

Footnotes

  1. Song of Songs 7:1 In Hebrew texts 7:1-13 is numbered 7:2-14.
  2. Song of Songs 7:9 Septuagint, Aquila, Vulgate and Syriac; Hebrew lips of sleepers
  3. Song of Songs 7:11 Or the henna bushes

What shalt thou see in the Sulamitess but the companies of camps? How beautiful are thy steps in shoes, O prince's daughter! The joints of thy thighs are like jewels, that are made by the hand of a skillful workman.

Thy navel is like a round bowl never wanting cups. Thy belly is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.

Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.

Thy neck as a tower of ivory. Thy eyes like the fishpools in Hesebon, which are in the gate of the daughter of the multitude. Thy nose is as the tower of Libanus, that looketh toward Damascus.

Thy head is like Carmel: and the hairs of thy head as the purple of the king bound in the channels.

How beautiful art thou, and how comely, my dearest, in delights!

Thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.

I said: I will go up into the palm tree, and will take hold of the fruit thereof: and thy breasts shall be as the clusters of the vine: and the odour of thy mouth like apples.

Thy throat like the best wine, worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and his teeth to ruminate.

10 I to my beloved, and his turning is towards me.

11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field, let us abide in the villages.

12 Let us get up early to the vineyards, let us see if the vineyard flourish, if the flowers be ready to bring forth fruits, if the pomegranates flourish: there will I give thee my breasts.

13 The mandrakes give a smell. In our gates are all fruits: the new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for thee.