Cantique des Cantiques, qui est de Salomon

Chapître 7

1

How beautiful¹ 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.

2

Thy navel [is like] a round goblet, [which] wanteth⁴ not liquor: thy belly [is like] an heap of wheat set about⁷ with lilies.

3

Thy two breasts [are] like two young roes [that are] twins.

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 looketh⁶ toward Damascus.

5

Thine head upon thee [is] like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king [is] held⁷ in the galleries.

6

How fair¹ and how pleasant¹ art thou, O love, for delights!

7

This thy stature is like¹ to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters [of grapes].

8

I said,¹ I will go up⁴ to the palm tree, I will take hold⁴ of the boughs thereof: 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 goeth⁶ [down] sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.⁶

10

I [am] my beloved's, and his desire [is] toward me.

11

 Come,³ my beloved, let us go forth⁴ into the field; let us lodge⁴ in the villages.

12

Let us get up early⁵⁵ to the vineyards; let us see⁴ if the vine flourish,¹ [whether] the tender grape appear,¹⁴ [and] the pomegranates bud forth:⁵² there will I give⁴ thee my loves.

13

The mandrakes give¹ a smell, and at our gates [are] all manner of pleasant [fruits], new and old, [which] I have laid up¹ for thee, O my beloved.