Chapter 7

¹ Return, return, O Shulammite;

Song 7:1

² Thy steps are beautiful in shoes,

Song 7:2

³ Thy navel is [as] a turned bowl,

Song 7:3

⁴ Thy two breasts are as two twin fawns.

Song 7:4

⁵ Thy neck is as an ivory tower;

Song 7:5

⁶ Thy head upon thee is as Carmel,

Song 7:6

⁷ How beautiful art thou,

Song 7:7

⁸ This is thy greatness in thy delights:

Song 7:8

⁹ I said, I will go up to the palm tree,

Song 7:9

¹⁰ And thy throat as good wine,

Song 7:10

¹¹ I am my kinsman’s,

Song 7:11

¹² Come, my kinsman, let us go forth into the field;

Song 7:12

¹³ Let us go early into the vineyards;

Song 7:13

¹⁴ The mandrakes have given a smell,

Song 7:14