1901 American Standard Version (ASV)

Song of Songs 7

1 A further description of the Church's graces. 10 The Church professeth her faith and desire.

 7:1 ¶ How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! Thy rounded thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of a skilful workman.

 7:2 Thy body is [like] a round goblet, [Wherein] no mingled wine is wanting: Thy waist is [like] a heap of wheat Set about with lilies.

 7:3 Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe.

 7:4 Thy neck is like the tower of ivory; Thine eyes [as] the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon Which looketh toward Damascus.

 7:5 Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thy head like purple; The king is held captive in the tresses [thereof].

 7:6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!

 7:7 This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to its clusters.

 7:8 I said, I will climb up into the palm-tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof: Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, And the smell of thy breath like apples,

 7:9 And thy mouth like the best wine, That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.

 7:10 ¶ I am my beloved's; And his desire is toward me.

 7:11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; Let us lodge in the villages.

 7:12 Let us get up early to the vineyards; Let us see whether the vine hath budded, [And] its blossom is open, [And] the pomegranates are in flower: There will I give thee my love.

 7:13 The mandrakes give forth fragrance; And at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, Which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.