American Standard Version

Song of Songs 7

1HowH4100beautifularethy feetinsandals,Oprince’s daughter! Thy rounded thighsarelikejewels,Theworkofthehandsofaskilful workman.

2Thy bodyislikearound goblet, Wherein no mingled wineiswanting: Thy waistislikeaheapofwheat Set aboutwithlilies.

3Thy two breasts areliketwo fawns That are twinsofaroe.

4Thy neck is likethetowerofivory; Thine eyes asthepoolsinHeshbon,BythegateofBath-rabbim; Thy nose is likethetowerofLebanon Which looketh toward Damascus.

5ThyheadupontheeislikeCarmel,Andthehairofthyheadlikepurple;Thekingisheld captiveinthetresses thereof.

6How fairandhow pleasant art thou, O love,fordelights!

7This thy statureisliketoapalm-tree,Andthy breaststoits clusters.

8Isaid,Iwill climb up intothepalm-tree,Iwill take holdofthebranches thereof: Let thybreastsH7699be asclustersH811ofthevine, Andthesmellofthy breathlikeapples,

9Andthy mouthlikethebest wine,Thatgoethdownsmoothlyformybeloved, Glidingthroughthelipsofthosethatareasleep.

10Iammybeloved’s;Andhisdesireistowardme.

11Come,mybeloved, letusgo forthintothefield; Letuslodgeinthevillages.

12Letusgetup earlytothevineyards; Letussee whetherthevine hath budded,Anditsblossomisopen,Andthepomegranates areinflower: TherewillI give theemylove.

13ThemandrakesgiveH5414forthfragrance;Andatourdoorsareall mannerofprecious fruits, newandold,WhichIhavelaidupforthee,Omybeloved.

Commentaries on Song of Songs 7

American Standard Version — 1901 — Public Domain