Song of Solomon 7:1-14

Other Translations of Song of Solomon 7:1-14

King James Version

7¹ How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman. ² Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: liquor: Heb. mixture thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies. ³ Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins. ⁴ Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus. ⁵ Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, Carmel: or, crimson and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries. ⁶ How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights! ⁷ This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes. ⁸ 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; ⁹ And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, sweetly: Heb. straightly 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, appear: Heb. open 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.

English Standard Version

7¹ How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O noble daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of a master hand. ² Your navel is a rounded bowl that never lacks mixed wine. Your belly is a heap of wheat, encircled with lilies. ³ Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle. ⁴ 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. ⁵ Your head crowns you like Carmel, and your flowing locks are like purple; a king is held captive in the tresses. ⁶ How beautiful and pleasant you are, O loved one, with all your delights!Or among delights ⁷ Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters. ⁸ 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, ⁹ and your mouthHebrew palate like the best wine.It goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding over lips and teeth.Septuagint, Syriac, Vulgate; Hebrew causing the lips of sleepers to speak

¹⁰ I am my beloved's, and his desire is for me. ¹¹ Come, my beloved, let us go out into the fields and lodge in the villages;Or among the henna plants ¹² 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. ¹³ 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 Message

7¹ Shapely and graceful your sandaled feet, and queenly your movement - Your limbs are lithe and elegant, the work of a master artist. ² Your body is a chalice, wine-filled. Your skin is silken and tawny like a field of wheat touched by the breeze. ³ Your breasts are like fawns, twins of a gazelle. ⁴ Your neck is carved ivory, curved and slender. Your eyes are wells of light, deep with mystery. Quintessentially feminine! Your profile turns all heads, commanding attention. ⁵ The feelings I get when I see the high mountain ranges - stirrings of desire, longings for the heights - Remind me of you, and I'm spoiled for anyone else! ⁶ Your beauty, within and without, is absolute, dear lover, close companion. ⁷ You are tall and supple, like the palm tree, and your full breasts are like sweet clusters of dates. ⁸ I say, "I'm going to climb that palm tree! I'm going to caress its fruit!" Oh yes! Your breasts will be clusters of sweet fruit to me, Your breath clean and cool like fresh mint, ⁹ your tongue and lips like the best wine. Yes, and yours are, too - my love's kisses flow from his lips to mine.

¹⁰ I am my lover's. I'm all he wants. I'm all the world to him! ¹¹ Come, dear lover - let's tramp through the countryside. ¹² Let's sleep at some wayside inn, then rise early and listen to bird-song. Let's look for wildflowers in bloom, blackberry bushes blossoming white, Fruit trees festooned with cascading flowers. And there I'll give myself to you, my love to your love! ¹³ Love-apples drench us with fragrance, fertility surrounds, suffuses us, Fruits fresh and preserved that I've kept and saved just for you, my love.

New King James Version

7¹ The Beloved How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of a skillful workman. ² Your navel is a rounded goblet; It lacks no blended beverage. Your waist is a heap of wheat Set about with lilies. ³ Your two breasts are like two fawns, Twins of a gazelle. ⁴ Your neck is like an ivory tower, Your eyes like the pools in Heshbon By the gate of Bath Rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon Which looks toward Damascus. ⁵ Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, And the hair of your head is like purple; A king is held captive by your tresses. ⁶ How fair and how pleasant you are, O love, with your delights! ⁷ This stature of yours is like a palm tree, And your breasts like its clusters. ⁸ 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 breath like apples, ⁹ And the roof of your mouth like the best wine. The Shulamite The wine goes down smoothly for my beloved, Moving gently the lips of sleepers.

¹⁰ I am my beloved's, And 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 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 mandrakes give off a fragrance, And at our gates are pleasant fruits, All manner, new and old, Which I have laid up for you, my beloved.

New Living Translation

7¹ How beautiful are your sandaled feet, O queenly maiden. Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of a skilled craftsman. ² Your navel is perfectly formed like a goblet filled with mixed wine. Between your thighs lies a mound of wheat bordered with lilies. ³ Your breasts are like two fawns, twin fawns of a gazelle. ⁴ Your neck is as beautiful as an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the sparkling pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is as fine as the tower of Lebanon overlooking Damascus. ⁵ Your head is as majestic as Mount Carmel, and the sheen of your hair radiates royalty. The king is held captive by its tresses. ⁶ Oh, how beautiful you are! How pleasing, my love, how full of delights! ⁷ You are slender like a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters of fruit. ⁸ I said, "I will climb the palm tree and take hold of its fruit." May your breasts be like grape clusters, and the fragrance of your breath like apples. ⁹ May your kisses be as exciting as the best wine- Young Woman Yes, wine that goes down smoothly for my lover, flowing gently over lips and teeth.

¹⁰ I am my lover's, and he claims me as his own. ¹¹ Come, my love, let us go out to the fields and spend the night among the wildflowers. ¹² Let us get up early and go to the vineyards to see if the grapevines have budded, if the blossoms have opened, and if the pomegranates have bloomed. There I will give you my love. ¹³ There the mandrakes give off their fragrance, and the finest fruits are at our door, new delights as well as old, which I have saved for you, my lover.