Canticle of Canticles 7

KING JAMES BIBLE	CATHOLIC PUBLIC DOMAIN
1 How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.	1 Chorus to Groom: "What will you see in the Sulamitess, other than choruses of encampments?"
2 Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.	2 Chorus to Bride: "How beautiful are your footsteps in shoes, O daughter of a ruler! The joints of your thighs are like jewels, which have been fabricated by the hand of an artist."
3 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.	3 "Your navel is a round bowl, never lacking in curvature. Your abdomen is like a bundle of wheat, surrounded with lilies."
4 Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.	4 "Your two breasts are like two young twin does."
5 Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.	5 "Your neck is like a tower of ivory. Your eyes like the fish ponds at Heshbon, which are at the entrance to the daughter of the multitude. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, which looks out toward Damascus."
6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!	6 "Your head is like Carmel, and the hairs of your head are like the purple of the king, bound into pleats."
7 This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.	7 "Most beloved one, how beautiful you are, and how graceful in delights!"
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;	8 "Your stature is comparable to the palm tree, and your breasts to clusters of grapes."
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.	9 Groom: "I said, I will ascend to the palm tree, and take hold of its fruit. And your breasts will be like clusters of grapes on the vine. And the fragrance of your mouth will be like apples."
10 I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.	10 Bride: "Your throat is like the finest wine: wine worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and teeth to contemplate."
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.	11 "I am for my beloved, and his turning is to me."
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.	12 "Approach, my beloved. Let us go out into the field; let us linger in the villages."
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.	13 "The mandrakes yield their fragrance. At our gates is every fruit. The new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for you."