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World English Bible

Song of Solomon 7 (WEBP)

[1] How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince’s daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.
[2] Your body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.
[3] Your two breasts are like two fawns, that are twins of a roe.
[4] Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.
[5] Your head on you is like Carmel. The hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in its tresses.
[6] How beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights!
[7] This, your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit.
[8] I said, “I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit.” Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples.
[9] Your mouth is like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.
[10] I am my beloved’s. His desire is toward me.
[11] Come, my beloved! Let’s go out into the field. Let’s lodge in the villages.
[12] Let’s go early up to the vineyards. Let’s see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.
[13] The mandrakes produce fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.

Scripture quotations are taken from The World English Bible™ of eBible.org, 2020 stable text edition. It is in the public domain.

King James w/Strong’s #s

Song of Solomon 7 (KJVS)

[1] 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 : 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 , 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 , 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 .

Young’s Literal Translation

Song of Solomon 7 (YLT)

[1] As the chorus of ‘Mahanaim.’ How beautiful were thy feet with sandals, O daughter of Nadib. The turnings of thy sides are as ornaments, Work of the hands of an artificer.
[2] Thy waist is a basin of roundness, It lacketh not the mixture, Thy body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,
[3] Thy two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,
[4] Thy neck as a tower of the ivory, Thine eyes pools in Heshbon, near the gate of Bath-Rabbim, Thy face as a tower of Lebanon looking to Damascus,
[5] Thy head upon thee as Carmel, And the locks of thy head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!
[6] How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights.
[7] This thy stature hath been like to a palm, And thy breasts to clusters.
[8] I said, ‘Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs, Yea, let thy breasts be, I pray thee, as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy face as citrons,
[9] And thy palate as the good wine-‘Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!
[10] I am my beloved’s, and on me is his desire.
[11] Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,
[12] We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, We see if the vine hath flourished, The sweet smelling-flower hath opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, There do I give to thee my loves;
[13] The mandrakes have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, yea, old, my beloved, I laid up for thee!