How beautiful(A) you are and how pleasing,
    my love, with your delights!(B)
Your stature is like that of the palm,
    and your breasts(C) 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,(D)
    and your mouth like the best wine.

She

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

If only you were to me like a brother,
    who was nursed at my mother’s breasts!
Then, if I found you outside,
    I would kiss you,
    and no one would despise me.
I would lead you
    and bring you to my mother’s house(O)
    she who has taught me.
I would give you spiced wine to drink,
    the nectar of my pomegranates.
His left arm is under my head
    and his right arm embraces me.(P)
Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you:
    Do not arouse or awaken love
    until it so desires.(Q)

Footnotes

  1. Song of Songs 7:9 Septuagint, Aquila, Vulgate and Syriac; Hebrew lips of sleepers
  2. Song of Songs 7:11 Or the henna bushes

How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!

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

I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;

And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.

10 I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.

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

12 Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.

13 The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.

O that thou wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! when I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; yea, I should not be despised.

I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother's house, who would instruct me: I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.

His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.

How fair and how pleasant you are,
O love, with your delights!
This stature of yours is like a palm tree,
And your breasts like its clusters.
I said, “I will go up to the palm tree,
I will take hold of its branches.”
Let now your breasts be like clusters of the vine,
The fragrance of your [a]breath like apples,
And the roof of your mouth like the best wine.

The Shulamite

The wine goes down smoothly for my beloved,
[b]Moving gently the [c]lips of sleepers.
10 (A)I am my beloved’s,
And (B)his desire is toward me.

11 Come, my beloved,
Let us go forth to the field;
Let us lodge in the villages.
12 Let us get up early to the vineyards;
Let us (C)see if the vine has budded,
Whether the grape blossoms are open,
And the pomegranates are in bloom.
There I will give you my love.
13 The (D)mandrakes give off a fragrance,
And at our gates (E)are pleasant fruits,
All manner, new and old,
Which I have laid up for you, my beloved.

Lovers Reunited at Their Country Home

Oh, that you were like my brother,
Who nursed at my mother’s breasts!
If I should find you outside,
I would kiss you;
I would not be despised.
I would lead you and bring you
Into the (F)house of my mother,
She who used to instruct me.
I would cause you to drink of (G)spiced wine,
Of the juice of my pomegranate.

(To the Daughters of Jerusalem)

(H)His left hand is under my head,
And his right hand embraces me.
(I)I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
Do not stir up nor awaken love
Until it pleases.

Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 7:8 Lit. nose
  2. Song of Solomon 7:9 Gliding over
  3. Song of Solomon 7:9 LXX, Syr., Vg. lips and teeth.