Song of Solomon 7
13 verses
The beloved celebrates the maiden's beauty from feet to head: her feet in sandals, her thighs like jewels, her navel like a rounded goblet, her belly like wheat surrounded by lilies, her breasts like fawns, her neck like an ivory tower, her eyes like pools in Heshbon, her nose like the tower of Lebanon, her head like Mount Carmel, and her hair like purple threads—a king is held captive in its tresses. How fair and how pleasant she is, and how her stature resembles a palm tree and her breasts clusters of grapes. The maiden invites him to go to the countryside where they might lodge in villages, rise early to vineyards, and love in the henna blossoms. This chapter provides the full-bodied celebration of the maiden's erotic beauty, describing her from foot to crown with sustained sensual language. The comparison of her hair to threads capturing a king inverts patriarchal assumptions: she possesses power over him, her beauty holds him captive. Literarily, the ascending catalog creates anticipation and intimacy. Theologically, the passage affirms that human bodies—and particularly the female body—embody beauty and dignity worthy of reverence and celebration. The invitation to the countryside suggests that erotic love finds its fullest expression not in palace or formal setting but in nature's abundance, among vineyards and blossoms, connecting human passion to creation's fertility.
VERSES IN THIS CHAPTER
1
How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince’s daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.
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Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
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Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
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Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath–rabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
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Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.
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How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
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This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
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I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
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And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
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10
I am my beloved’s, and his desire is toward me.
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11
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
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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 thee my loves.
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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 thee, O my beloved.
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