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King Solomon: “How beautiful your tripping feet, O queenly maiden. Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the most skilled of craftsmen. Your navel is lovely as a goblet filled with wine. Your waist[a] is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies. Your two breasts are like two fawns, yes, lovely twins.[b] Your neck is stately as an ivory tower, your eyes as limpid pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is shapely[c] like the tower of Lebanon overlooking Damascus.

“As Mount Carmel crowns the mountains, so your hair is your crown. The king is held captive in your queenly tresses.

“Oh, how delightful you are; how pleasant, O love, for utter delight! You are tall and slim like a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters of dates. I said, I will climb up into the palm tree and take hold of its branches. Now may your breasts be like grape clusters, the scent of your breath like apples, and your kisses as exciting as the best of wine, smooth and sweet, causing the lips of those who are asleep to speak.”

The Girl: 10 “I am my beloved’s and I am the one he desires. 11 Come, my beloved, let us go out into the fields and stay in the villages. 12 Let us get up early and go out to the vineyards and see whether the vines have budded, whether the blossoms have opened, and whether the pomegranates are in flower. And there I will give you my love. 13 There the mandrakes give forth their fragrance, and the rarest fruits are at our doors, the new as well as old, for I have stored them up for my beloved.”

Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 7:2 Your waist, literally, “Your belly.”
  2. Song of Solomon 7:3 lovely twins, literally, “twins of a gazelle.”
  3. Song of Solomon 7:4 Your nose is shapely, implied.

The Man Speaks to the Woman

Your feet are beautiful in sandals,
    you daughter of a prince.
Your round thighs are like jewels
    shaped by an artist.
Your navel is like a round drinking cup
    always filled with wine.
Your stomach is like a pile of wheat
    surrounded with lilies.
Your breasts are like two fawns,
    like twins of a gazelle.
Your neck is like an ivory tower.
Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon
    near the gate of Bath Rabbim.
Your nose is like the mountain of Lebanon
    that looks down on Damascus.
Your head is like Mount Carmel,
    and your hair is like purple cloth;
    the king is captured in its folds.
You are beautiful and pleasant;
    my love, you are full of delights.
You are tall like a palm tree,
    and your breasts are like its bunches of fruit.
I said, “I will climb up the palm tree
    and take hold of its fruit.”
Let your breasts be like bunches of grapes,
    the smell of your breath like apples,
and your mouth like the best wine.

The Woman Speaks to the Man

Let this wine go down sweetly for my lover;
    may it flow gently past the lips and teeth.
10 I belong to my lover,
    and he desires only me.
11 Come, my lover,
    let’s go out into the country
    and spend the night in the fields.
12 Let’s go early to the vineyards
    and see if the buds are on the vines.
Let’s see if the blossoms have already opened
    and if the pomegranates have bloomed.
There I will give you my love.
13 The mandrake flowers give their sweet smell,
    and all the best fruits are at our gates.
I have saved them for you, my lover,
    the old delights and the new.

1 The beauty of the Church in all her members. 10 She is assured of Christ’s love towards her.

How beautiful are thy [a]goings with shoes, O prince’s daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels: the work of the hand of a cunning workman.

Thy navel is as a round cup that wanteth not liquor: thy belly is as an heap of wheat compassed about with lilies.

[b]Thy two breasts are as two young roes that are twins.

Thy neck is like a tower of ivory; thine eyes are like the fish pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath Rabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon that looketh toward Damascus.

Thine head upon thee is as scarlet, and the bush of thine head like purple: the king is tied [c]in the [d]rafters.

How fair art thou, and how pleasant art thou, O my love, in pleasures!

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

I said, I will go up into the palm tree, I will take hold of her boughs: thy breasts shall now be like the clusters of the vine: and the savor of thy nose like apples,

And the roof of thy mouth like good wine, which goeth straight to my well-beloved, and causeth the lips of the ancient to speak.

10 [e]I am my well-beloved’s, and his desire is toward me.

11 Come my well-beloved, let us go forth into the field: let us remain in the villages.

12 Let us get up early to the vines, let us see if the [f]vine flourish, whither it hath budded the small grape, or whither the pomegranates flourish: there will I give thee my love.

13 The mandrakes have given a smell, and in our gates are all sweet things, new and old: my well-beloved, I have kept them for thee.

Footnotes

  1. Song of Solomon 7:1 He describeth the comely beauty of the Church in every part, which is to be understood spiritually.
  2. Song of Solomon 7:3 Read Song 4:5.
  3. Song of Solomon 7:5 He delighteth to come near thee, and to be in thy company.
  4. Song of Solomon 7:5 Or, galleries.
  5. Song of Solomon 7:10 This the spouse speaketh.
  6. Song of Solomon 7:12 If the people that are called to Christ, bring forth any fruit.