Song.7.1
How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.
Song.7.1
Shapely and graceful your sandaled feet, and queenly your movement--Your limbs are lithe and elegant, the work of a master artist.
Song.7.1
How beautiful your sandaled feet, O prince's daughter! Your graceful legs are like jewels, the work of a craftsman's hands.
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How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of a skillful workman.
Song.7.1
How beautiful are your sandaled feet, O queenly maiden. Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of a skilled craftsman.
Song.7.2
Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
Song.7.2
Your body is a chalice, wine-filled. Your skin is silken and tawny like a field of wheat touched by the breeze.
Song.7.2
Your navel is a rounded goblet that never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by lilies.
Song.7.2
Your navel is a rounded goblet; It lacks no blended beverage. Your waist is a heap of wheat Set about with lilies.
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Your navel is as delicious as a goblet filled with wine. Your belly is lovely, like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
Song.7.3
Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
Song.7.3
Your breasts are like fawns, twins of a gazelle.
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Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
Song.7.3
Your two breasts are like two fawns, Twins of a gazelle.
Song.7.3
Your breasts are like twin fawns of a gazelle.
Song.7.4
Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
Song.7.4
Your neck is carved ivory, curved and slender. Your eyes are wells of light, deep with mystery. Quintessentially feminine! Your profile turns all heads, commanding attention.
Song.7.4
Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are the pools of Heshbon by the gate of Bath Rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon looking toward Damascus.
Song.7.4
Your neck is like an ivory tower, Your eyes like the pools in Heshbon By the gate of Bath Rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon Which looks toward Damascus.
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Your neck is as stately as an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the sparkling pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is as fine as the tower of Lebanon overlooking Damascus.
Song.7.5
Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.
Song.7.5
The feelings I get when I see the high mountain ranges -stirrings of desire, longings for the heights--Remind me of you, and I'm spoiled for anyone else!
Song.7.5
Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel. Your hair is like royal tapestry; the king is held captive by its tresses.
Song.7.5
Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, And the hair of your head is like purple; A king is held captive by your tresses.
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Your head is as majestic as Mount Carmel, and the sheen of your hair radiates royalty. A king is held captive in your queenly tresses.
Song.7.6
How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
Song.7.6
Your beauty, within and without, is absolute, dear lover, close companion.
Song.7.6
How beautiful you are and how pleasing, O love, with your delights!
Song.7.6
How fair and how pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!
Song.7.6
"Oh, how delightful you are, my beloved; how pleasant for utter delight!
Song.7.7
This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
Song.7.7
You are tall and supple, like the palm tree, and your full breasts are like sweet clusters of dates.
Song.7.7
Your stature is like that of the palm, and your breasts like clusters of fruit.
Song.7.7
This stature of yours is like a palm tree, And your breasts like its clusters.
Song.7.7
You are tall and slim like a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters of dates.
Song.7.8
I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
Song.7.8
I say, "I'm going to climb that palm tree! I'm going to caress its fruit!" Oh yes! Your breasts will be clusters of sweet fruit to me, Your breath clean and cool like fresh mint,
Song.7.8
I said, "I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit." May your breasts be like the clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples,
Song.7.8
I said, "I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its branches." Let now your breasts be like clusters of the vine, The fragrance of your breath like apples,
Song.7.8
I said, `I will climb up into the palm tree and take hold of its branches.' Now may your breasts be like grape clusters, and the scent of your breath like apples.
Song.7.9
And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
Song.7.9
your tongue and lips like the best wine. Yes, and yours are, too--my love's kisses flow from his lips to mine.
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and your mouth like the best wine. May the wine go straight to my lover, flowing gently over lips and teeth.
Song.7.9
And the roof of your mouth like the best wine. The wine goes down smoothly for my beloved, Moving gently the lips of sleepers.
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May your kisses be as exciting as the best wine, smooth and sweet, flowing gently over lips and teeth. "
Song.7.10
I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.
Song.7.10
I am my lover's. I'm all he wants. I'm all the world to him!
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I belong to my lover, and his desire is for me.
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I am my beloved's, And his desire is toward me.
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I am my lovers, the one he desires.
Song.7.11
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
Song.7.11
Come, dear lover--let's tramp through the countryside.
Song.7.11
Come, my lover, let us go to the countryside, let us spend the night in the villages.
Song.7.11
Come, my beloved, Let us go forth to the field; Let us lodge in the villages.
Song.7.11
Come, my love, let us go out into the fields and spend the night among the wildflowers.
Song.7.12
Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.
Song.7.12
Let's sleep at some wayside inn, then rise early and listen to bird-song. Let's look for wildflowers in bloom, blackberry bushes blossoming white, Fruit trees festooned with cascading flowers. And there I'll give myself to you, my love to your love!
Song.7.12
Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vines have budded, if their blossoms have opened, and if the pomegranates are in bloom- there I will give you my love.
Song.7.12
Let us get up early to the vineyards; Let us see if the vine has budded, Whether the grape blossoms are open, And the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love.
Song.7.12
Let us get up early and go out to the vineyards. Let us see whether the vines have budded, whether the blossoms have opened, and whether the pomegranates are in flower. And there I will give you my love.
Song.7.13
The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
Song.7.13
Love-apples drench us with fragrance, fertility surrounds, suffuses us, Fruits fresh and preserved that I've kept and saved just for you, my love.
Song.7.13
The mandrakes send out their fragrance, and at our door is every delicacy, both new and old, that I have stored up for you, my lover.
Song.7.13
The mandrakes give off a fragrance, And at our gates are pleasant fruits, All manner, new and old, Which I have laid up for you, my beloved.
Song.7.13
There the mandrakes give forth their fragrance, and the rarest fruits are at our doors, the new as well as old, for I have stored them up for you, my lover.
