Song of Songs 7 :: Amplified Bible (AMP)

“Your navel is a round goblet

Which never lacks mixed wine.

Your belly is like a heap of wheat

Surrounded with lilies.

“Your two breasts are like two fawns,

The twins of a gazelle.

“Your neck is like a tower of ivory,

Your eyes the [sparkling] pools of Heshbon

By the gate of Bath-rabbim.

Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon

Which looks toward Damascus.

“Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel,

And the flowing hair of your head like purple threads;

I, the king, am held captive by your [fn]tresses.

“How beautiful and how delightful you are,

My love, with all your delights!

“Your stature is like that of a palm tree

And your breasts like its clusters [of dates].

“I said, ‘I will climb the palm tree;

I will grasp its branches.

Let your breasts be like clusters of the grapevine,

And the fragrance of your breath like apples,

And your kisses like the best wine!’”

(The Shulammite Bride)

“It goes down smoothly and sweetly for my beloved,

Gliding gently over his lips while he sleeps.

“I am my beloved’s,

And his desire is for me.

“Come, my beloved, let us go out into the country,

Let us spend the night in the villages.

“Let us go out early to the vineyards;

Let us see whether the vine has budded

And its blossoms have opened,

And whether the pomegranates have flowered.

There I will give you my love.

“The mandrakes give forth fragrance,

And over our doors are all [kinds of] choice fruits,

Both new and old,

Which I have saved up for you, my beloved.