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Song of Solomon 7

The Latin Vulgate VUL

1 quid videbis in Sulamiten nisi choros castrorum quam pulchri sunt gressus tui in calciamentis filia principis iunctura feminum tuorum sicut monilia quae fabricata sunt manu artificis

2 umbilicus tuus crater tornatilis numquam indigens poculis venter tuus sicut acervus tritici vallatus liliis

3 duo ubera tua sicut duo hinuli gemelli capreae

4 collum tuum sicut turris eburnea oculi tui sicut piscinae in Esebon quae sunt in porta filiae multitudinis nasus tuus sicut turris Libani quae respicit contra Damascum

5 caput tuum ut Carmelus et comae capitis tui sicut purpura regis vincta canalibus

6 quam pulchra es et quam decora carissima in deliciis

7 statura tua adsimilata est palmae et ubera tua botris

8 dixi ascendam in palmam adprehendam fructus eius et erunt ubera tua sicut botri vineae et odor oris tui sicut malorum

9 guttur tuum sicut vinum optimum dignum dilecto meo ad potandum labiisque et dentibus illius ruminandum

10 ego dilecto meo et ad me conversio eius

11 veni dilecte mi egrediamur in agrum commoremur in villis

12 mane surgamus ad vineas videamus si floruit vinea si flores fructus parturiunt si floruerunt mala punica ibi dabo tibi ubera mea

13 mandragorae dederunt odorem in portis nostris omnia poma nova et vetera dilecte mi servavi tibi

New King James Version NKJV

1 The Beloved 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.

2 Your navel is a rounded goblet; It lacks no blended beverage. Your waist is a heap of wheat Set about with lilies.

3 Your two breasts are like two fawns, Twins of a gazelle.

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.

5 Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, And the hair of your head is like purple; A king is held captive by your tresses.

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

7 This stature of yours is like a palm tree, And your breasts like its clusters.

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,

9 And the roof of your mouth like the best wine. The Shulamite The wine goes down smoothly for my beloved, Moving gently the lips of sleepers.

10 I am my beloved's, And his desire is toward me.

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

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.

13 The mandrakes 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.