American Standard Version of 1901
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How beautiful are thy {Or, steps}feet in sandals, O prince's daughter!Thy rounded thighs are like jewels,The work of the hands of a skilful workman.
How beautiful are thy {Or, steps}feet in sandals, O prince's daughter!Thy rounded thighs are like jewels,The work of the hands of a skilful workman.
So will the king desire thy beauty;For he is thy lord; and reverence thou him.
And the daughter of Tyre shall be there with a gift;The rich among the people shall entreat thy favor.
My son, give me thy heart;And let thine eyes {Another reading is, observe.}delight in my ways.
and through him to reconcile all things {Or, into him}unto {Or, him}himself, having made peace through the blood of his cross; through him, I say, whether things upon the earth, or things in the heavens.
How beautiful are thy {Or, steps}feet in sandals, O prince's daughter!Thy rounded thighs are like jewels,The work of the hands of a skilful workman.
Thy body is like a round goblet,Wherein no mingled wine is wanting:Thy waist is like a heap of wheatSet about with lilies.
Thy two breasts are like two fawnsThat are twins of a roe.
Thy neck is like the tower of ivory;Thine eyes as the pools in Heshbon,By the gate of Bath-rabbim;Thy nose is like the tower of LebanonWhich looketh toward Damascus.
Thy head upon thee is like Carmel,And the hair of thy head like purple;The king is held captive in the tresses thereof.
Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; {Or, Thou hast doves' eyes}Thine eyes are as doves behind thy {Or, locks}veil.Thy hair is as a flock of goats,That {Or, appear on mount Gilead}lie along the side of mount Gilead.
Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes that are newly shorn,Which are come up from the washing, {Or, Which are all of them in pairs}Whereof every one hath twins,And none is bereaved among them.
Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet,And thy {Or, speech}mouth is comely.Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranateBehind thy {Or, locks}veil.
Thy neck is like the tower of DavidBuilded {Or, with turrets}for an armory,Whereon there hang a thousand bucklers,All the shields of the mighty men.
Thy two breasts are like two fawnsThat are twins of a {Or, gazalle}roe,Which feed among the lilies.
Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away,I will get me to the mountain of myrrh,And to the hill of frankincense.
Thou art all fair, my love;And there is no spot in thee.
Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,With me from Lebanon: {Or, Go}Look from the top of Amana,From the top of Senir and Hermon,From the lions' dens,From the mountains of the leopards.
Thou hast {Or, given me courage}ravished my heart, my sister, my bride;Thou hast {Or, given me courage}ravished my heart with {Or, one look from thine eyes}one of thine eyes,With one chain of thy neck.
How fair is thy love, my sister, my bride!How much better is thy love than wine!And the fragrance of thine oils than all manner of spices!
Thy lips, O my bride, {Or, drop honey}drop as the honeycomb:Honey and milk are under thy tongue;And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
A garden {Hebrew: barred.}shut up is my sister, my bride;A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
Thy shoots are {Or, a paradise}an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits;Henna with spikenard plants,
Spikenard and saffron,Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense;Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.
Thou art a fountain of gardens,A well of living waters,And flowing streams from Lebanon.
Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south;Blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out.Let my beloved come into his garden,And eat his precious fruits.
I am come into my garden, my sister, my bride:I have gathered my myrrh with my {Or, balsam}spice;I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey;I have drunk my wine with my milk.Eat, O friends;Drink, yea, drink abundantly, {Or, of love}O beloved.
I {Or, sleep, but my heart waketh}was asleep, but my heart waked:It is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying,Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my {Hebrew: perfect.}undefiled;For my head is filled with dew,My locks with the drops of the night.
I have put off my garment; how shall I put it on?I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door,And my {Hebrew: bowels.}heart was moved for him.
I rose up to open to my beloved;And my hands dropped with myrrh,And my fingers with liquid myrrh,Upon the handles of the bolt.
I opened to my beloved;But my beloved had {Or, turned away}withdrawn himself, and was gone.My soul {Hebrew: went forth.}had failed me when he spake:I sought him, but I could not find him;I called him, but he gave me no answer.
The watchmen that go about the city found me,They smote me, they wounded me;The keepers of the walls took away my {Or, veil}mantle from me.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,If ye find my beloved, {Hebrew: What will ye tell him? That &c.}That ye tell him, that I am sick from love.
What is thy beloved more than another beloved,O thou fairest among women?What is thy beloved more than another beloved,That thou dost so adjure us?
My beloved is white and ruddy, {Hebrew: Marked out by a banner.}The chiefest among ten thousand.
His head is as the most fine gold;His locks are {Or, curling}bushy, and black as a raven.
His eyes are like doves beside the water-brooks,Washed with milk, and {Or, sitting by full streams}fitly set.
His cheeks are as a bed of {Or, balsam}spices,As {Or, towers of perfumes}banks of sweet herbs:His lips are as lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
His hands are as {Or, cylinders}rings of gold set with {Or, topaz}beryl:His body is as {Or, bright ivory}ivory work {Or, encrusted}overlaid with sapphires.
His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold:His aspect is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
His {Or, speech Hebrew: palate.}mouth is most sweet;Yea, he is altogether lovely.This is my beloved, and this is my friend,O daughters of Jerusalem.