Song of Solomon 7-8

Song of Solomon 7

¹How beautiful are your feet in their shoes, O king's daughter! The curves of your legs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a good workman:

²Your stomach is a store of grain with lilies round it, and in the middle a round cup full of wine.

³Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth.

⁴Your neck is as a tower of ivory; your eyes like the waters in Heshbon, by the doorway of Bath-rabbim; your nose is as the tower on Lebanon looking over Damascus:

⁵Your head is like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple, in whose net the king is prisoner.

⁶How beautiful and how sweet you are, O love, for delight.

⁷You are tall like a palm-tree, and your breasts are like the fruit of the vine.

⁸I said, Let me go up the palm-tree, and let me take its branches in my hands: your breasts will be as the fruit of the vine, and the smell of your breath like apples;

⁹And the roof of your mouth like good wine flowing down smoothly for my loved one, moving gently over my lips and my teeth.

¹⁰I am for my loved one, and his desire is for me.

¹¹Come, my loved one, let us go out into the field; let us take rest among the cypress-trees.

¹²Let us go out early to the vine-gardens; let us see if the vine is in bud, if it has put out its young fruit, and the pomegranate is in flower. There I will give you my love.

¹³The mandrakes give out a sweet smell, and at our doors are all sorts of good fruits, new and old, which I have kept for my loved one.

Song of Solomon 8

¹Oh that you were my brother, who took milk from my mother's breasts! When I came to you in the street, I would give you kisses; yes, I would not be looked down on.

²I would take you by the hand into my mother's house, and she would be my teacher. I would give you drink of spiced wine, drink of the pomegranate.

³His left hand would be under my head, and his right hand about me.

⁴I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, do not let love be moved till it is ready.

⁵Who is this, who comes up from the waste places, resting on her loved one? It was I who made you awake under the apple-tree, where your mother gave you birth; there she was in pain at your birth.

⁶Put me as a sign on your heart, as a sign on your arm; love is strong as death, and wrath bitter as the underworld: its coals are coals of fire; violent are its flames.

⁷Much water may not put out love, or the deep waters overcome it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would be judged a price not great enough.

⁸We have a young sister, and she has no breasts; what are we to do for our sister in the day when she is given to a man?

⁹If she is a wall, we will make on her a strong base of silver; and if she is a door, we will let her be shut up with cedar-wood.

¹⁰I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers; then was I in his eyes as one to whom good chance had come.

¹¹Solomon had a vine-garden at Baal-hamon; he let out the vine-garden to keepers; every one had to give a thousand bits of silver for its fruit.

¹²My vine-garden, which is mine, is before me: you, O Solomon, will have the thousand, and those who keep the fruit of them two hundred.

¹³You who have your resting-place in the gardens, the friends give ear to your voice; make me give ear to it.

¹⁴Come quickly, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of spice.