Song of Songs, CHAPTER 7
THE BEAUTY OF THE BELOVED
D? Turn, turn, O Shulammite! turn, turn that we may gaze upon you! W How can you gaze upon the Shulammite as at the dance of the two camps?
M How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O noble daughter! Your curving thighs like jewels, the product of skilled hands.
Your valley, a round bowl that should never lack mixed wine. Your belly, a mound of wheat, encircled with lilies.
Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
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.
Your head rises upon you like Carmel; your hair is like purple; a king is caught in its locks.
G How beautiful you are, how pleasing, my love, my delight!
Your very figure is like a palm tree, your breasts are like clusters.
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,
And your mouth like an excellent wine- B that flows smoothly for my lover, spreading over the lips and the teeth.
I belong to my lover and for me he yearns.
Come, my lover, let us go forth to the fields and spend the night among the villages.
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.
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.