Song of Solomon, 7

1. Turn, turn, O Shulammite, turn, turn, that we may look at you! Why would you look at the Shulammite as at the dance of the two companies?

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?

2. How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the handiwork of an artist.

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.

3. Your navel is a round bowl that should never lack for mixed wine. Your body 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.

4. Your breasts are like twin fawns, the young of a gazelle.

4. Your two breasts are two fawns, twins of a gazelle.

5. Your neck is like a tower of ivory. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like the tower on Lebanon that looks toward 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.

6. You head rises like Carmel; your hair is like draperies of purple; a king is held captive in its 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.

7. How beautiful you are, how pleasing, my love, my delight!

7. How beautiful you are, how charming, my love, my delight!

8. Your very figure is like a palm tree, your breasts are like clusters.

8. In stature like the palm tree, its fruit-clusters your breasts.

9. I said: I will climb the palm tree, I will take hold of its branches. Now let your breasts be like clusters of the vine and the fragrance 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,

10. And your mouth like an excellent wine - that flows smoothly for my lover, spreading over the lips and the 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.

11. I belong to my lover and for me he yearns.

11. I belong to my love, and his desire is for me.

12. Come, my lover, let us go forth to the fields and spend the night among the villages.

12. Come, my love, let us go to the fields. We will spend the night in the villages,

13. Let us go early to the vineyards, and see if the vines are in bloom, If the buds have opened, if the pomegranates have blossomed; There will I 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.

14. The mandrakes give forth fragrance, and at our doors are all choice fruits; Both fresh and mellowed fruits, my lover, I have kept in store for you.

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.