The Song of Solomon Chapter 7

Admiration by the Bridegroom

7:1 How beautiful are your feet with shoes, O prince’s daughter! the joints of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a master-workman.
7:2 Your navel is like a round goblet, that wants no liquor: your belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
7:3 Your two breasts are like two young gazelles that are twins.
7:4 Your neck is like a tower of ivory; your eyes like the fish pools in Heshbonבְּחֶשְׁבּוֹן
Transliteration: bᵊḥešbôn – Heshbon = “stronghold” the capital city of Sihon, king of the Amorites, located on the western border of the high plain and on the border line between the tribes of Reuben and Gad. For more info click here, by the gate of Bathrabbim: your nose is as the tower of Lebanonהַלְּבָנוֹן
Transliteration: hallᵊḇānôn Lebanon = “whiteness” a wooded mountain range on the northern border of Israel – For more info click here that looks toward Damascusדַּמֶּשֶׂק
Transliteration: dammeśeq Pronunciation: dam-meh’-sek Damascus = “silent is the sackcloth weaver” an ancient trading city, capital of Syria, located in the plain east of Hermon, 130 (205 km) miles northeast of Jerusalem – For more info click here.
7:5 Your head upon you is like Carmelכַּכַּרְמֶל
Transliteration: kakarmel Carmel = “garden-land” 1. a mountain on the Mediterranean coast of northern Israel, just below Haifa 2. a town in the mountains on the west side of the Dead Sea and south of Hebron – For more info click here, and the hair of your head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.
7:6 How fair and how pleasant are you, O love, for delights!
7:7 This your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts to clusters of grapes.
7:8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs of it: now also your breasts shall are like clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose like apples;
7:9 And the roof of your mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goes down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.

The Union of Love

7:10 I am my beloved’s, and his desire is toward me.
7:11 Come, my beloved, let us go out into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
7:12 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 you my loves.
7:13 The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.