Song of Solomon - douay rheims

Chapter 7

¹ What shalt thou see in the Sulamitess but the companies of camps? How beautiful are thy steps in shoes, O prince's daughter! The joints of thy thighs are like jewels, that are made by the hand of a skilful workman.
² Thy navel is like a round bowl never wanting cups. Thy belly is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.
³ Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
⁴ Thy neck as a tower of ivory. Thy eyes like the fishpools in Hesebon, which are in the gate of the daughter of the multitude. Thy nose is as the tower of Libanus, that looketh toward Damascus.
⁵ Thy head is like Carmel: and the hairs of thy head as the purple of the king bound in the channels.
⁶ How beautiful art thou, and how comely, my dearest, in delights!
⁷ Thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
⁸ I said: I will go up into the palm tree, and will take hold of the fruit thereof: and thy breasts shall be as the clusters of the vine: and the odour of thy mouth like apples.
⁹ Thy throat like the best wine, worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and his teeth to ruminate.
¹⁰ I to my beloved, and his turning is towards me.
¹¹ Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field, let us abide in the villages.
¹² Let us get up early to the vineyards, let us see if the vineyard flourish, if the flowers be ready to bring forth fruits, if the pomegranates flourish: there will I give thee my breasts.
¹³ The mandrakes give a smell. In our gates are all fruits: the new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for thee.

Song of Solomon - webster

Chapter 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 skillful workman.
² Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
³ Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
⁴ Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thy eyes like the fish-pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh towards Damascus.
⁵ Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thy head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.
⁶ How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
⁷ This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
⁸ I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its boughs: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
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.
¹⁰ I am my beloved's, and his desire is towards me.
¹¹ Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
¹² Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourisheth, whether the tender grape appeareth, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.
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 of Solomon - world english bible

Chapter 7

¹ beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince's daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.
² body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.
³ two breasts are like two fawns, that are twins of a roe.
⁴ neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.
⁵ head on you is like Carmel. The hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in its tresses.
⁶ beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights!
⁷ your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit.
⁸ said, "I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit." Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples, Beloved
⁹ mouth like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.
¹⁰ am my beloved's. His desire is toward me.
¹¹ my beloved, let us go forth into the field. Let us lodge in the villages.
¹² go early up to the vineyards. Let's see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.
¹³ mandrakes give forth fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.

Song of Solomon - darby

Chapter 7

¹ How beautiful are thy footsteps in sandals, O prince's daughter! The roundings of thy thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of an artist.
² Thy navel is a round goblet, [which] wanteth not mixed wine; Thy belly a heap of wheat, set about with lilies;
³ Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle;
⁴ Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; Thine eyes, [like] the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose like the tower of Lebanon, Which looketh toward Damascus;
⁵ Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the locks of thy head like purple; The king is fettered by [thy] ringlets!
⁶ How fair and how pleasant art thou, [my] love, in delights!
⁷ This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to grape clusters.
⁸ I said, I will go up to the palm-tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof; And thy breasts shall indeed be like clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy nose like apples,
⁹ And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine, ... That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, And stealeth over the lips of them that are asleep.
¹⁰ I am my beloved's, And his desire is toward me.
¹¹ -- Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the fields; Let us lodge in the villages.
¹² We will go up early to the vineyards, We will see if the vine hath budded, [If] the blossom is opening, And the pomegranates are in bloom: There will I give thee my loves.
¹³ The mandrakes yield fragrance; And at our gates are all choice fruits, new and old: I have laid them up for thee, my beloved.

Song of Solomon - american standard version

Chapter 7

¹ How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! Thy rounded thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of a skilful workman.
² Thy body is [like] a round goblet, [Wherein] no mingled wine is wanting: Thy waist is [like] a heap of wheat Set about with lilies.
³ Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe.
⁴ Thy neck is like the tower of ivory; Thine eyes [as] the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon Which looketh toward Damascus.
⁵ Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thy head like purple; The king is held captive in the tresses [thereof].
⁶ How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
⁷ This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to its clusters.
⁸ I said, I will climb up into the palm-tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof: Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, And the smell of thy breath like apples,
⁹ And thy mouth like the best wine, That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.
¹⁰ I am my beloved's; And his desire is toward me.
¹¹ Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; Let us lodge in the villages.
¹² Let us get up early to the vineyards; Let us see whether the vine hath budded, [And] its blossom is open, [And] the pomegranates are in flower: There will I give thee my love.
¹³ The mandrakes give forth fragrance; And at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, Which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.

Song of Solomon - basic english

Chapter 7

¹ How beautiful are your feet in their shoes, O king's daughter! The curves of your legs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a good workman:
² Your stomach is a store of grain with lilies round it, and in the middle a round cup full of wine.
³ Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth.
⁴ Your neck is as a tower of ivory; your eyes like the waters in Heshbon, by the doorway of Bath-rabbim; your nose is as the tower on Lebanon looking over Damascus:
⁵ Your head is like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple, in whose net the king is prisoner.
⁶ How beautiful and how sweet you are, O love, for delight.
⁷ You are tall like a palm-tree, and your breasts are like the fruit of the vine.
⁸ I said, Let me go up the palm-tree, and let me take its branches in my hands: your breasts will be as the fruit of the vine, and the smell of your breath like apples;
⁹ And the roof of your mouth like good wine flowing down smoothly for my loved one, moving gently over my lips and my teeth.
¹⁰ I am for my loved one, and his desire is for me.
¹¹ Come, my loved one, let us go out into the field; let us take rest among the cypress-trees.
¹² Let us go out early to the vine-gardens; let us see if the vine is in bud, if it has put out its young fruit, and the pomegranate is in flower. There I will give you my love.
¹³ The mandrakes give out a sweet smell, and at our doors are all sorts of good fruits, new and old, which I have kept for my loved one.