Song of Solomon 7 MSG/NIV - Online Parallel Bible

 
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1 Shapely and graceful your sandaled feet, and queenly your movement - Your limbs are lithe and elegant, the work of a master artist. 1 How beautiful your sandaled feet, O prince's daughter! Your graceful legs are like jewels, the work of a craftsman's hands.
2 Your body is a chalice, wine-filled. Your skin is silken and tawny like a field of wheat touched by the breeze. 2 Your navel is a rounded goblet that never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by lilies.
3 Your breasts are like fawns, twins of a gazelle. 3 Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
4 Your neck is carved ivory, curved and slender. Your eyes are wells of light, deep with mystery. Quintessentially feminine! Your profile turns all heads, commanding attention. 4 Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are the pools of Heshbon by the gate of Bath Rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon looking toward Damascus.
5 The feelings I get when I see the high mountain ranges - stirrings of desire, longings for the heights - Remind me of you, and I'm spoiled for anyone else! 5 Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel. Your hair is like royal tapestry; the king is held captive by its tresses.
6 Your beauty, within and without, is absolute, dear lover, close companion. 6 How beautiful you are and how pleasing, O love, with your delights!
7 You are tall and supple, like the palm tree, and your full breasts are like sweet clusters of dates. 7 Your stature is like that of the palm, and your breasts like clusters of fruit.
8 I say, "I'm going to climb that palm tree! I'm going to caress its fruit!" Oh yes! Your breasts will be clusters of sweet fruit to me, Your breath clean and cool like fresh mint, 8 I said, "I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit." May your breasts be like the clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples,
9 your tongue and lips like the best wine. Yes, and yours are, too - my love's kisses flow from his lips to mine. 9 and your mouth like the best wine. May the wine go straight to my lover, flowing gently over lips and teeth.
10 I am my lover's. I'm all he wants. I'm all the world to him! 10 I belong to my lover, and his desire is for me.
11 Come, dear lover - let's tramp through the countryside. 11 Come, my lover, let us go to the countryside, let us spend the night in the villages.
12 Let's sleep at some wayside inn, then rise early and listen to bird-song. Let's look for wildflowers in bloom, blackberry bushes blossoming white, Fruit trees festooned with cascading flowers. And there I'll give myself to you, my love to your love! 12 Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vines have budded, if their blossoms have opened, and if the pomegranates are in bloom-- there I will give you my love.
13 Love-apples drench us with fragrance, fertility surrounds, suffuses us, Fruits fresh and preserved that I've kept and saved just for you, my love. 13 The mandrakes send out their fragrance, and at our door is every delicacy, both new and old, that I have stored up for you, my lover.