Hoheslied 7,3 | New International Reader’s Version

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.

English Standard Version

1 How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O noble daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of a master hand. 2 Your navel is a rounded bowl that never lacks mixed wine. Your belly is a heap of wheat, encircled with lilies. 3 Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle. 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. 5 Your head crowns you like Carmel, and your flowing locks are like purple; a king is held captive in the tresses. 6 How beautiful and pleasant you are, O loved one, with all your delights!* 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, 9 and your mouth* like the best wine. She: It goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding over lips and teeth.* 10 I am my beloved’s, and his desire is for me.

The Bride Gives Her Love

11 Come, my beloved, let us go out into the fields and lodge in the villages;* 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. 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.

Hoheslied 7,3 | New International Reader’s Version English Standard Version

The Bride Gives Her Love