YLT - Song of Solomon - 7

7:1  As the chorus of `Mahanaim.' How beautiful were thy feet with sandals, O daughter of Nadib. The turnings of thy sides are as ornaments, Work of the hands of an artificer.

7:2  Thy waist is a basin of roundness, It lacketh not the mixture, Thy body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,

7:3  Thy two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,

7:4  Thy neck as a tower of the ivory, Thine eyes pools in Heshbon, near the gate of Bath-Rabbim, Thy face as a tower of Lebanon looking to Damascus,

7:5  Thy head upon thee as Carmel, And the locks of thy head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!

7:6  How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights.

7:7  This thy stature hath been like to a palm, And thy breasts to clusters.

7:8  I said, `Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs, Yea, let thy breasts be, I pray thee, as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy face as citrons,

7:9  And thy palate as the good wine--'Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!

7:10  I am my beloved's, and on me is his desire.

7:11  Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,

7:12  We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, We see if the vine hath flourished, The sweet smelling-flower hath opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, There do I give to thee my loves;

7:13  The mandrakes have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, yea, old, my beloved, I laid up for thee!