Song of Solomon 7

English Standard Version

from Crossway
1 How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O noble daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of a master hand. (Ps 45:13; Pr 8:30; Pr 25:12)2 Your navel is a rounded bowl that never lacks mixed wine. Your belly is a heap of wheat, encircled with lilies. (So 2:1)3 Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle. (So 4:5)4 Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like a tower of Lebanon, which looks toward Damascus. (Nu 21:26; 1Ki 4:33; 1Ki 11:24; 2Ki 5:12; So 4:4; So 4:8; So 5:12)5 Your head crowns you like Carmel, and your flowing locks are like purple; a king is held captive in the tresses. (Jos 19:26; So 4:1)6 How beautiful and pleasant you are, O loved one, with all your delights![1] (2Sa 1:23; 2Sa 1:26; So 1:15)7 Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters.8 I say I will climb the palm tree and lay hold of its fruit. Oh may your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the scent of your breath like apples, (So 1:14; Mic 7:1)9 and your mouth[2] like the best wine. She: It goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding over lips and teeth.[3] (So 5:16)10 I am my beloved’s, and his desire is for me. (Ps 45:11; So 2:16; So 6:3)11 Come, my beloved, let us go out into the fields and lodge in the villages;[4] (So 2:10; So 4:8)12 let us go out early to the vineyards and see whether the vines have budded, whether the grape blossoms have opened and the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love. (So 2:13; So 2:15; So 6:11)13 The mandrakes give forth fragrance, and beside our doors are all choice fruits, new as well as old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved. (Ge 30:14; So 4:13; Mt 13:52)

Song of Solomon 7

New International Version

from Biblica
1 [1] How beautiful your sandalled feet, O prince’s daughter! Your graceful legs are like jewels, the work of an artist’s hands.2 Your navel is a rounded goblet that never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by lilies.3 Your breasts are like two fawns, like twin fawns of a gazelle.4 Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are the pools of Heshbon by the gate of Bath Rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon looking towards Damascus.5 Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel. Your hair is like royal tapestry; the king is held captive by its tresses.6 How beautiful you are and how pleasing, my love, with your delights!7 Your stature is like that of the palm, and your breasts like clusters of fruit.8 I said, ‘I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit.’ May your breasts be like clusters of grapes on the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples,9 and your mouth like the best wine. She May the wine go straight to my beloved, flowing gently over lips and teeth.[2]10 I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.11 Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside, let us spend the night in the villages.[3]12 Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vines have budded, if their blossoms have opened, and if the pomegranates are in bloom – there I will give you my love.13 The mandrakes send out their fragrance, and at our door is every delicacy, both new and old, that I have stored up for you, my beloved.

Song of Solomon 7

New International Reader’s Version

from Biblica
1 The king says to the Shulammite woman, ‘You are like a prince’s daughter. Your feet in sandals are so beautiful. Your graceful legs are like jewels. The hands of an artist must have shaped them.2 Your navel is like a round bowl that always has mixed wine in it. Your waist is like a mound of wheat surrounded by lilies.3 Your two breasts are lovely. They are like two young antelopes.4 Your neck is smooth and beautiful like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools of Heshbon by the gate of Bath Rabbim. Your nose is like the towering mountains of Lebanon that face the city of Damascus.5 Your head is like a crown on you. It is as beautiful as Mount Carmel. Your hair is as smooth as purple silk. I am captured by your flowing curls.6 You are so beautiful! You please me so much! You are so delightful, my love!7 You are as graceful as a palm tree. Your breasts are as sweet as the freshest fruit.8 I said, “I will climb the palm tree. I’ll take hold of its fruit.” May your breasts be as sweet as grapes on the vine. May your breath smell like the tastiest apples.9 May your lips be like the finest wine.’ The woman says, ‘May my wine go straight to you, my love. May it flow gently over our lips as we sleep.10 ‘I belong to you, my love. And you long for me.11 Come, my love. Let’s go to the country. Let’s spend the night in the villages.12 Let’s go out to the vineyards early. Let’s go and see if the vines have budded. Let’s find out whether their flowers have opened. Let’s see if the pomegranate trees are blooming. There I will give you my love.13 The mandrake flowers give off their strong smell. All the best things are waiting for us, new and old alike. I’ve stored them up for you, my love.

Song of Solomon 7

King James Version

1 How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince' 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 wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an 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; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.5 Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine 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 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 goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.10 I am my beloved', 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 if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, 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 7

Einheitsübersetzung 2016

from Katholisches Bibelwerk
1 Wende dich, wende dich, Schulammit! Wende dich, wende dich, / damit wir dich anschauen! Was wollt ihr Schulammit anschauen / wie beim Tanz der beiden Lager?2 Wie schön sind deine Füße in den Sandalen, / du Fürstentochter! Deiner Hüften Rund ist wie Geschmeide, / gefertigt von Künstlerhand.3 Dein Nabel ist eine runde Schale, / Würzwein mangle ihm nicht. Dein Leib ist ein Weizenhügel, / mit Lilien umstellt.4 Deine Brüste sind wie zwei Kitzlein, / Zwillinge einer Gazelle. (So 4:5)5 Dein Hals ist wie ein Turm aus Elfenbein. / Deine Augen sind die Teiche zu Heschbon / beim Tor von Bat-Rabbim. Deine Nase ist wie der Libanonturm, / der gegen Damaskus schaut.6 Dein Haupt auf dir ist wie der Karmel; / wie Purpur sind deine Haare; / ein König liegt in den Locken gefangen. (Jud 16:13; Ec 7:26)7 Wie schön bist du und wie reizend, / Liebe, Tochter aller Wonnen! (So 1:15)8 Wie eine Palme ist dein Wuchs; / deine Brüste sind wie Trauben. (Ps 92:13; Sir 24:14)9 Ich sage: Ersteigen will ich die Palme, / ich greife nach ihren Rispen. Wie Trauben am Weinstock seien mir deine Brüste, / wie Apfelduft sei der Duft deines Atems10 und dein Gaumen wie guter Wein, / der meinem Freund glatt hinuntergeht, / der die Lippen der Schlafenden netzt. (So 1:2; So 1:4; So 2:4; So 8:2)11 Ich gehöre meinem Geliebten / und ihn verlangt nach mir. (Ge 3:16; Ge 4:7; So 2:16; So 6:3)12 Komm, mein Geliebter, wandern wir auf das Feld, / schlafen wir in den Dörfern!13 Früh wollen wir dann zu den Weinbergen gehen / und sehen, ob der Weinstock treibt, ob die Rebenblüte sich öffnet, / ob die Granatbäume blühen. / Dort schenke ich dir meine Liebe. (So 2:13; So 6:11)14 Die Liebesäpfel duften; / an unsren Türen warten alle köstlichen Früchte, frische und solche vom Vorjahr; / für dich hab ich sie aufgehoben, mein Geliebter.