Chapter 7. The Beloved 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 Your navel is a rounded goblet It lacks no blended beverage Your waste is a heap of wheat set about With lilies Your two breasts are like two Thorns Twins of a gazelle Your neck is like an ivory Tower Your eyes like the pools in hashbon by The gate of bath rabbin Your nose is like the Tower of Lebanon Which looks toward Damascus Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel And the hair of your head is like purple A king is held captive by your Tresses How fair and how pleasant you are o love With your Delights This stature of yours is like a palm Tree And your breasts like its clusters I said I will go up to the palm tree I will take hold of its branches That now your breasts be like clusters Of the Vine The fragrance of your breath like apples And the roof of your mouth like the best
Wine The shulamite The wine goes down smoothly for my Beloved Moving gently the lips of sleepers I am my beloveds and his desire is Toward me Come my beloved let us go forth to the Field Let us Lodge in The Villages 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 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