The Song of Solomon

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- Kapitel 7 -

How beautiful are your sandaled feet, O daughter of the prince! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the handiwork of a master.

Your navel is a rounded goblet; it never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by the lilies.

Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.

Longing

Your neck is like a tower made of ivory; your eyes are like the pools of Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim; your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, facing toward Damascus.

Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, the hair of your head like purple threads; the king is captured in your tresses.

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

Your love makes me happy

Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit.

I said, “I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit.” May your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples,

and your mouth (a) like the finest wine.

(9) May it flow smoothly to my beloved, gliding gently over lips and teeth.(b) (10) I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.

Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside; let us spend the night among the wildflowers.(c)

I want to give you my love

Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vine has budded, if the blossom has opened, if the pomegranates are in bloom— there I will give you my love.

The mandrakes send forth a fragrance, and at our door is every delicacy, new as well as old, that I have treasured up for you, my beloved.

Fußnoten

(a)7:9 Hebrew palate

(b)7:9 LXX, Syriac, and Vulgate; Hebrew gliding gently over lips as we sleep

How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince’s daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.

Your body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.

Your two breasts are like two fawns, that are twins of a roe.

Longing

Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.

Your head on you is like Carmel. The hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in its tresses.

How beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights!

Your love makes me happy

This, your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit.

I said, “I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit.” Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples.

Your mouth is like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.

I am my beloved’s. His desire is toward me.

Come, my beloved! Let’s go out into the field. Let’s lodge in the villages.

I want to give you my love

Let’s go early up to the vineyards. Let’s see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.

The mandrakes produce fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.