The Song of Solomon Chapter 7 / YLT

Young's Literal Translation
The Song of Solomon, Chapter 7

   1: As the chorus of 'Mahanaim.' How beautiful were thy feet with sandals, O daughter of Nadib. The turnings of thy sides [are] as ornaments, Work of the hands of an artificer.
   2: Thy waist [is] a basin of roundness, It lacketh not the mixture, Thy body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,
   3: Thy two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,
   4: Thy neck as a tower of the ivory, Thine eyes pools in Heshbon, near the gate of Bath-Rabbim, Thy face as a tower of Lebanon looking to Damascus,
   5: Thy head upon thee as Carmel, And the locks of thy head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!
   6: How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights.
   7: This thy stature hath been like to a palm, And thy breasts to clusters.
   8: I said, 'Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs, Yea, let thy breasts be, I pray thee, as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy face as citrons,
   9: And thy palate as the good wine --' Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!
   10: I [am] my beloved's, and on me [is] his desire.
   11: Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,
   12: We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, We see if the vine hath flourished, The sweet smelling-flower hath opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, There do I give to thee my loves;
   13: The mandrakes have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, yea, old, my beloved, I laid up for thee!

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