HOLY BIBLE

Old Testament

Song of Solomon  - 

Song of Solomon 7

Literal Standard Version 

1 As the chorus of “Mahanaim.” How beautiful were your feet with sandals, O daughter of Nadib. The turnings of your sides [are] as ornaments, || Work of the hands of a craftsman.

2 Your waist [is] a basin of roundness, || It does not lack the mixture, || Your body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,

3 Your two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,

4 Your neck as a tower of the ivory, || Your eyes pools in Heshbon, near the Gate of Bath-Rabbim, || Your face as a tower of Lebanon looking to Damascus,

5 Your head on you as Carmel, || And the locks of your head as purple, || The king is bound with the flowings!

6 How beautiful and how pleasant you have been, || O love, in delights.

7 This your stature has been like to a palm, || And your breasts to clusters.

8 I said, “Let me go up on the palm, || Let me lay hold on its boughs,” || Indeed, let your breasts now be as clusters of the vine, || And the fragrance of your face as citrons,

9 And your 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 has flourished, || The sweet smelling-flower has opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, || There I give to you my loves;

13 The mandrakes have given fragrance, || And at our openings all pleasant things, || New, indeed, old, my beloved, I laid up for you! 

Literal Standard Version