Rotherham - Song of Solomon - 7

7:1  How beautiful, are thy feet in sandals, O daughter of a noble,—The curvings of thy hips, are like ornaments wrought by the hands of a skilled workman:

7:2  Thy navel, is a round bowl, may it not lack spiced wine! Thy body, a heap of wheat fenced about with lilies;

7:3  Thy two breasts, are like two young roes, the twins of a gazelle:

7:4  Thy neck, is like a tower of ivory,—Thine eyes, are pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim, Thy nose, is like the tower of Lebanon, which looketh towards Damascus:

7:5  Thy head upon thee, is like Carmel, And, the hair of thy head, is like purple,—The king, is held captive by the ringlets!

7:6  [HE] How beautiful, and how delightful, O dear love, for delights:

7:7  This thy stature, is like to a palm-tree, and, thy breasts, are like clusters:

7:8  I said, I will ascend the palm-tree, I will lay hold of its fruit stalks—Oh then, let thy breasts, I pray thee, be like vine-clusters, And, the fragrance of thy nose, like apples;

7:9  And, thy mouth, like good wine—[SHE] Flowing to my beloved smoothly, gliding over the lips of the sleeping.

7:10  I, am my beloved’s, and, unto me, is his longing.

7:11  Come, my beloved, Let us go forth into the country, Let us stay the night in the villages:

7:12  Let us get up early to the vineyards, Let us see whether the vine, hath burst forth, the blossom, hath opened, the pomegranates, have bloomed,—There, will I give my caresses to thee.

7:13  The love-apples, have given fragrance, and, at our openings, are all precious things, new and yet old,—O my beloved! I have treasured them up for thee.