Song of Songs 7:2
Your navel is a round mixing bowl– may it never lack mixed wine! Your belly is a mound of wheat, encircled by lilies.
Your navel is a round mixing bowl– may it never lack mixed wine! Your belly is a mound of wheat, encircled by lilies.
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3Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
4Your neck is like a tower made of ivory. Your eyes are the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-Rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon overlooking Damascus.
5Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel. The locks of your hair are like royal tapestries– the king is held captive in its tresses!
6How beautiful you are! How lovely, O love, with your delights!
7The Palm Tree and the Palm Tree ClimberThe Lover to His Beloved: Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like clusters of grapes.
8I want to climb the palm tree, and take hold of its fruit stalks. May your breasts be like the clusters of grapes, and may the fragrance of your breath be like apples!
9May your mouth be like the best wine, flowing smoothly for my beloved, gliding gently over our lips as we sleep together.
10Poetic Refrain: Mutual PossessionThe Beloved about Her Lover: I am my beloved’s, and he desires me!
1The Lover to His Beloved:(7:2) How beautiful are your sandaled feet, O nobleman’s daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a master craftsman.
1The Wedding Night: Praise of the Bride The Lover to His Beloved: Oh, you are beautiful, my darling! Oh, you are beautiful! Your eyes behind your veil are like doves. Your hair is like a flock of female goats descending from Mount Gilead.
2Your teeth are like a flock of newly-shorn sheep coming up from the washing place; each of them has a twin, and not one of them is missing.
3Your lips are like a scarlet thread; your mouth is lovely. Your forehead behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.
4Your neck is like the tower of David built with courses of stones; one thousand shields are hung on it– all shields of valiant warriors.
5Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of the gazelle grazing among the lilies.
6Until the dawn arrives and the shadows flee, I will go up to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
7You are altogether beautiful, my darling! There is no blemish in you!
12His eyes are like doves by streams of water, washed in milk, mounted like jewels.
13His cheeks are like garden beds full of balsam trees yielding perfume. His lips are like lilies dripping with drops of myrrh.
14His arms are like rods of gold set with chrysolite. His abdomen is like polished ivory inlaid with sapphires.
15His legs are like pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, choice as its cedars.
16His mouth is very sweet; he is totally desirable. This is my beloved! This is my companion, O maidens of Jerusalem!
4The Renewal of LoveThe Lover to His Beloved: My darling, you are as beautiful as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as awe-inspiring as bannered armies!
5Turn your eyes away from me– they overwhelm me! Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Mount Gilead.
6Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin; not one of them is missing.
7Like a slice of pomegranate is your forehead behind your veil.
8The Lover to His Beloved: If you do not know, O most beautiful of women, simply follow the tracks of my flock, and pasture your little lambs beside the tents of the shepherds.
9The Beautiful Mare and the Fragrant MyrrhThe Lover to His Beloved: O my beloved, you are like a mare among Pharaoh’s stallions.
10Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments; your neck is lovely with strings of jewels.
9You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride! You have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace.
10How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine; the fragrance of your perfume is better than any spice!
11Your lips drip sweetness like the honeycomb, my bride, honey and milk are under your tongue. The fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
12The Wedding Night: The Delightful GardenThe Lover to His Beloved: You are a locked garden, my sister, my bride; you are an enclosed spring, a sealed-up fountain.
13Your shoots are a royal garden full of pomegranates with choice fruits: henna with nard,
15You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water flowing down from Lebanon.
7I made you plentiful like sprouts in a field; you grew tall and came of age so that you could wear jewelry. Your breasts had formed and your hair had grown, but you were still naked and bare.
13My beloved is like a fragrant pouch of myrrh spending the night between my breasts.
14My beloved is like a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of En Gedi.
15Mutual Praise and AdmirationThe Lover to His Beloved: Oh, how beautiful you are, my beloved! Oh, how beautiful you are! Your eyes are like doves!
16The Beloved to Her Lover: Oh, how handsome you are, my lover! Oh, how delightful you are! The lush foliage is our canopied bed;
19a loving doe, a graceful deer; may her breasts satisfy you at all times, may you be captivated by her love always.
13You were adorned with gold and silver, while your clothing was of fine linen, silk, and embroidery. You ate the finest flour, honey, and olive oil. You became extremely beautiful and attained the position of royalty.
14Your fame spread among the nations because of your beauty; your beauty was perfect because of the splendor which I bestowed on you, declares the Sovereign LORD.
1The Lover to His Beloved: I have entered my garden, O my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my balsam spice. I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey; I have drunk my wine and my milk!The Poet to the Couple: Eat, friends, and drink! Drink freely, O lovers!
10The Beloved: I was a wall, and my breasts were like fortress towers. Then I found favor in his eyes.
2The Desire for LoveThe Beloved to Her Lover: Oh, how I wish you would kiss me passionately! For your lovemaking is more delightful than wine.
3The fragrance of your colognes is delightful; your name is like the finest perfume. No wonder the young women adore you!
4Draw me after you; let us hurry! May the king bring me into his bedroom chambers! The Maidens to the Lover: We will rejoice and delight in you; we will praise your love more than wine.The Beloved to Her Lover: How rightly the young women adore you!
12Let us rise early to go to the vineyards, to see if the vines have budded, to see if their blossoms have opened, if the pomegranates are in bloom– there I will give you my love.
10“Who is this who appears like the dawn? Beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, awe-inspiring as the stars in procession?”
2I would lead you and bring you to my mother’s house, the one who taught me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, the nectar of my pomegranates.