Соломоны дуун
7 “How beautiful your feet are in your sandals,
O noble daughter!
The curves of your thighs are like ornaments,
The work of an artisan’s hands.
2 Your navel is a round bowl.
May it never lack mixed wine.
Your belly is a heap of wheat,
Encircled by lilies.
3 Your two breasts are like two fawns,
The twins of a gazelle.
4 Your neck is like an ivory tower.
Your eyes are like the pools in Heshʹbon,
By the gate of Bath-rabʹbim.
Your nose is like the tower of Lebʹa·non,
Which looks toward Damascus.
5 Your head crowns you like Carʹmel,
And the locks of your hair* are like purple wool.
The king is captivated* by the flowing tresses.
6 How beautiful you are, and how pleasant you are,
O beloved girl, above all exquisite delights!
7 Your stature is like a palm tree,
And your breasts are like date clusters.
8 I said, ‘I will climb the palm tree
To take hold of its stalks of fruit.’
May your breasts be like clusters of grapes,
Your breath as fragrant as apples,
9 And your mouth* like the best wine.”
“May it go down smoothly for my dear one,
Softly flowing over the lips of those asleep.
10 I am my dear one’s,
And his desire is for me.
11 Come, O my dear one,
Let us go out to the fields;
Let us lodge among the henna plants.
12 Let us rise early and go to the vineyards
To see if the vine has sprouted,*
If the blossoms have opened,
If the pomegranates are in bloom.
There I will express my affection for you.
13 The mandrakes give off their fragrance;
At our doors are all sorts of choice fruits.
The new as well as the old,
O my dear one, I have kept in store for you.