Song of Songs 7:5-6,10 - Compare All Versions

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Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel. Your hair is like royal tapestry; the king is held captive by its tresses. How beautiful you are and how pleasing, my love, with your delights!

I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.

Your head crowns you like Carmel, and your flowing locks are like purple; a king is held captive in the tresses. How beautiful and pleasant you are, O loved one, with all your delights!

I am my beloved’s, and his desire is for me.

Your head is as majestic as Mount Carmel, and the sheen of your hair radiates royalty. The king is held captive by its tresses. Oh, how beautiful you are! How pleasing, my love, how full of delights!

I am my lover’s, and he claims me as his own.

Your head crowns you  like Mount Carmel, the hair of your head like purple cloth — a king could be held captive  in your tresses. How beautiful you are and how pleasant,  my love, with such delights!

I am my love’s, and his desire  is for me.

Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thine head like purple; The king is held in the galleries. How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!

I am my beloved's, And his desire is toward me.

Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, And the hair of your head is like purple; A king is held captive by your tresses. How fair and how pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!

I am my beloved’s, And his desire is toward me.

Shapely and graceful your sandaled feet, and queenly your movement— Your limbs are lithe and elegant, the work of a master artist. Your body is a chalice, wine-filled. Your skin is silken and tawny like a field of wheat touched by the breeze. Your breasts are like fawns, twins of a gazelle. Your neck is carved ivory, curved and slender. Your eyes are wells of light, deep with mystery. Quintessentially feminine! Your profile turns all heads, commanding attention. The feelings I get when I see the high mountain ranges —stirrings of desire, longings for the heights— Remind me of you, and I’m spoiled for anyone else! Your beauty, within and without, is absolute, dear lover, close companion. You are tall and supple, like the palm tree, and your full breasts are like sweet clusters of dates. I say, “I’m going to climb that palm tree! I’m going to caress its fruit!” Oh yes! Your breasts will be clusters of sweet fruit to me, Your breath clean and cool like fresh mint, your tongue and lips like the best wine.

Yes, and yours are, too—my love’s kisses flow from his lips to mine. I am my lover’s. I’m all he wants. I’m all the world to him! Come, dear lover— let’s tramp through the countryside. Let’s sleep at some wayside inn, then rise early and listen to bird-song. Let’s look for wildflowers in bloom, blackberry bushes blossoming white, Fruit trees adorned with cascading flowers. And there I’ll give myself to you, my love to your love!

“Your head crowns you like Carmel, And the flowing hair of your head is like purple threads; The king is captivated by your tresses. “How beautiful and how delightful you are, My love, with all your delights!

¶“I am my beloved’s, And his desire is for me.

“Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, And the flowing hair of your head like purple threads; I, the king, am held captive by your tresses. “How beautiful and how delightful you are, My love, with all your delights!

¶“I am my beloved’s, And his desire is for me. [John 10:28]

Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel. The locks of your hair are like royal tapestries – the king is held captive in its tresses! How beautiful you are! How lovely, O love, with your delights!

I am my beloved’s, and he desires me!