Song of Solomon – Chapter 7


Verse 1 – How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince’s daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.

Verse 2 – Your navel is a rounded goblet which lacks no blend beverage. Your waist is a heap of wheat set about with lilies.

Verse 3 – Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.

Verse 4 – Your neck is like an ivory tower, your eyes like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath Rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.

Heshbon was the ancient capital of Amorites. Bath Rabbim may have been a gate at Heshbon.

Verse 5 – Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple; the king is held captive by its tresses.

Verse 6 – How fair and how pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!

Verse 7 – This stature of yours is like a palm tree, and your breast like its clusters.

Verse 8 – I said, “I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its branches.” Let now your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples,

Verse 9 – and the roof of your mouth like the best wine. The wine goes down smoothly for my beloved, moving gently the lips of sleepers.

So far, Solomon has compared every part of his wife’s features with; goats, mountains, ponds, grapes, lilies, and now palm trees.

Verse 10 – I am  my beloved’s and his desire is toward me.

Verse 11 – Come, my beloved, let us go forth to the field; let us lodge in the villages.

Verse 12 – Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine has budded, whether the grape blossoms are open, and the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love.

Verse 13 – The mandrake’s give off a fragrance, and at our gates are pleasant fruits, all manner, new and old, which I have laid up for you my beloved.

Solomon would rise early every morning, and would leave his bride to sleep. He would command her companions not to disturb her. Here the bride accompanies her spouse to the country and spends the night at the country house.

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