Song of Solomon, 7
1. CHORUS: Come back, come back, girl from Shulam, come back, come back, where we can look at you! Why are you looking at the girl from Shulam, dancing between two lines of dancers?
1. How graceful are your feet in sandals, O queenly maiden! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of a master hand.
2. LOVER: How beautiful are your feet in their sandals, O prince's daughter! The curve of your thighs is like the curve of a necklace, 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 navel is a bowl well rounded with no lack of wine, your belly a heap of wheat surrounded with lilies.
3. Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
4. Your two breasts are 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-rab'bim. Your nose is like a tower of Lebanon, overlooking Damascus.
5. Your neck is an ivory tower. Your eyes, the pools of Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-Rabbim. Your nose, the Tower of Lebanon, sentinel facing Damascus.
5. Your head crowns you like Carmel, and your flowing locks are like purple; a king is held captive in the tresses.
6. Your head is held high like Carmel, and its hair is as dark as purple; a king is held captive in your tresses.
6. How fair and pleasant you are, O loved one, delectable maiden!
7. How beautiful you are, how charming, my love, my delight!
7. You are stately as a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters.
8. In stature like the palm tree, its fruit-clusters your breasts.
8. I say I will climb the palm tree and lay hold of its branches. Oh, may your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the scent of your breath like apples,
9. I have decided, 'I shall climb the palm tree, I shall seize its clusters of dates!' May your breasts be clusters of grapes, your breath sweet-scented as apples,
9. and your kisses like the best wine that goes down smoothly, gliding over lips and teeth.
10. and your palate like sweet wine. BELOVED: Flowing down the throat of my love, as it runs on the lips of those who sleep.
10. I am my beloved's, and his desire is for me.
11. I belong to my love, and his desire is for me.
11. Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the fields, and lodge in the villages;
12. Come, my love, let us go to the fields. We will spend the night in the villages,
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. and in the early morning we will go to the vineyards. We will see if the vines are budding, if their blossoms are opening, if the pomegranate trees are in flower. Then I shall give you the gift of my love.
13. The mandrakes give forth fragrance, and over our doors are all choice fruits, new as well as old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.
14. The mandrakes yield their fragrance, the most exquisite fruits are at our doors; the new as well as the old, I have stored them for you, my love.
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