SONG OF SOLOMON
Chapter 7
Song | GodsWord | 7:1 | How beautiful are your feet in their sandals, noble daughter! The curves of your thighs are like ornaments, like the work of an artist's hands. | |
Song | GodsWord | 7:2 | Your navel is a round bowl. May it always be filled with spiced wine. Your waist is a bundle of wheat enclosed in lilies. | |
Song | GodsWord | 7:4 | Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like pools in Heshbon, pools by the gate of Bath Rabbim. Your nose is like a Lebanese tower facing Damascus. | |
Song | GodsWord | 7:5 | You hold your head as high as Mount Carmel. Your dangling curls are royal beauty. Your flowing locks could hold a king captive. | |
Song | GodsWord | 7:7 | Young woman, your figure is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters. | |
Song | GodsWord | 7:8 | I thought, "I will climb the palm tree and take hold of its fruit." May your breasts be like clusters on the vine. May the fragrance of your breath be like apples. | |
Song | GodsWord | 7:9 | May your mouth taste like the best wine . . . . . . that goes down smoothly to my beloved and glides over the lips of those about to sleep. | |
Song | GodsWord | 7:11 | Come, my beloved. Let's go into the field. Let's spend the night among the henna flowers. | |
Song | GodsWord | 7:12 | Let's go to the vineyards early. Let's see if the vines have budded, if the grape blossoms have opened, if the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love. | |