Song Of Solomon 7
MSG — The Message Bible (MSG)
NIRV — New International Reader's Version Bible (NIRV)
Verse 1
1-9 Shapely and graceful your sandaled feet,
and queenly your movement—
Your limbs are lithe and elegant,
the work of a master artist.
Your body is a chalice,
wine-filled.
Your skin is silken and tawny
like a field of wheat touched by the breeze.
Your breasts are like fawns,
twins of a gazelle.
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.
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!
Your beauty, within and without, is absolute,
dear lover, close companion.
You are tall and supple, like the palm tree,
and your full breasts are like sweet clusters of dates.
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,
your tongue and lips like the best wine.
and queenly your movement—
Your limbs are lithe and elegant,
the work of a master artist.
Your body is a chalice,
wine-filled.
Your skin is silken and tawny
like a field of wheat touched by the breeze.
Your breasts are like fawns,
twins of a gazelle.
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.
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!
Your beauty, within and without, is absolute,
dear lover, close companion.
You are tall and supple, like the palm tree,
and your full breasts are like sweet clusters of dates.
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,
your tongue and lips like the best wine.
The Woman
“You are like a prince’s daughter.
Your feet in sandals are so beautiful.
Your graceful legs are like jewels.
The hands of an artist must have shaped them.
Your feet in sandals are so beautiful.
Your graceful legs are like jewels.
The hands of an artist must have shaped them.
Verse 2
— not in MSG
Your navel is like a round bowl
that always has mixed wine in it.
Your waist is like a mound of wheat
surrounded by lilies.
that always has mixed wine in it.
Your waist is like a mound of wheat
surrounded by lilies.
Verse 3
— not in MSG
Your two breasts are lovely.
They are like two young antelopes.
They are like two young antelopes.
Verse 4
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Your neck is smooth and beautiful like an ivory tower.
Your eyes are like the pools of Heshbon
by the gate of Bath Rabbim.
Your nose is like the towering mountains of Lebanon
that face the city of Damascus.
Your eyes are like the pools of Heshbon
by the gate of Bath Rabbim.
Your nose is like the towering mountains of Lebanon
that face the city of Damascus.
Verse 5
— not in MSG
Your head is like a crown on you.
It is as beautiful as Mount Carmel.
Your hair is as smooth as purple silk.
I am captured by your flowing curls.
It is as beautiful as Mount Carmel.
Your hair is as smooth as purple silk.
I am captured by your flowing curls.
Verse 6
— not in MSG
You are so beautiful! You please me so much!
You are so delightful, my love!
You are so delightful, my love!
Verse 7
— not in MSG
You are as graceful as a palm tree.
Your breasts are as sweet as the freshest fruit.
Your breasts are as sweet as the freshest fruit.
Verse 8
— not in MSG
I said, ‘I will climb the palm tree.
I’ll take hold of its fruit.’
May your breasts be as sweet as grapes on the vine.
May your breath smell like the tastiest apples.
I’ll take hold of its fruit.’
May your breasts be as sweet as grapes on the vine.
May your breath smell like the tastiest apples.
Verse 9
Yes, and yours are, too—my love’s kisses
flow from his lips to mine.
I am my lover’s.
I’m all he wants. I’m all the world to him!
Come, dear lover—
let’s tramp through the countryside.
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!
flow from his lips to mine.
I am my lover’s.
I’m all he wants. I’m all the world to him!
Come, dear lover—
let’s tramp through the countryside.
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!
May your lips be like the finest wine.”
The woman says
“May my wine go straight to you, my love.
May it flow gently over our lips as we sleep.
Verse 10
— not in MSG
“I belong to you, my love.
And you long for me.
And you long for me.
Verse 11
— not in MSG
Come, my love. Let’s go to the country.
Let’s spend the night in the villages.
Let’s spend the night in the villages.
Verse 12
— not in MSG
Let’s go out to the vineyards early.
Let’s go and see if the vines have budded.
Let’s find out whether their flowers have opened.
Let’s see if the pomegranate trees are blooming.
There I will give you my love.
Let’s go and see if the vines have budded.
Let’s find out whether their flowers have opened.
Let’s see if the pomegranate trees are blooming.
There I will give you my love.
Verse 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.
fertility surrounds, suffuses us,
Fruits fresh and preserved
that I’ve kept and saved just for you, my love.
The mandrake flowers give off their strong smell.
All the best things are waiting for us,
new and old alike.
I’ve stored them up for you, my love.
All the best things are waiting for us,
new and old alike.
I’ve stored them up for you, my love.