Chapter 7
Song of Solomon 7
Hebrew numbers 14 verses here, the KJV 13 — shown at matching numbers, not remapped
Howe beautifull are thy feete with shooes, O princes daughter! the ioynts of thy thighs are like iewels, the worke of the hands of a cunning workman.
GenevaHowe beautifull are thy goings with shooes, O princes daughter! the ioynts of thy thighs are like iewels: the worke of the hande of a cunning workeman.
שׁ֤וּבִי שׁ֨וּבִי֙ הַ/שּׁ֣וּלַמִּ֔ית שׁ֥וּבִי שׁ֖וּבִי וְ/נֶחֱזֶה בָּ֑/ךְ מַֽה תֶּחֱזוּ֙ בַּ/שּׁ֣וּלַמִּ֔ית כִּ/מְחֹלַ֖ת הַֽ/מַּחֲנָֽיִם
Thy nauell is like a round goblet, which wanteth not licour: thy belly is like an heape of wheate, set about with lillies.
GenevaThy nauel is as a round cuppe that wanteth not licour: thy belly is as an heape of wheat compassed about with lilies.
מַה יָּפ֧וּ פְעָמַ֛יִ/ךְ בַּ/נְּעָלִ֖ים בַּת נָדִ֑יב חַמּוּקֵ֣י יְרֵכַ֔יִ/ךְ כְּמ֣וֹ חֲלָאִ֔ים מַעֲשֵׂ֖ה יְדֵ֥י אָמָּֽן
Thy two breasts are like two yong Roes that are twinnes.
GenevaThy two breastes are as two young roes that are twinnes.
שָׁרְרֵ/ךְ֙ אַגַּ֣ן הַ/סַּ֔הַר אַל יֶחְסַ֖ר הַ/מָּ֑זֶג בִּטְנֵ/ךְ֙ עֲרֵמַ֣ת חִטִּ֔ים סוּגָ֖ה בַּ/שּׁוֹשַׁנִּֽים
Thy necke is as a towre of yuory: thine eyes like the fish pooles in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose is as the towre of Lebanon, which looketh toward Damascus.
GenevaThy necke is like a towre of yuorie: thine eyes are like the fishe pooles in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose is as the towre of Lebanon, that looketh toward Damascus.
שְׁנֵ֥י שָׁדַ֛יִ/ךְ כִּ/שְׁנֵ֥י עֳפָרִ֖ים תָּאֳמֵ֥י צְבִיָּֽה
Thine head vpon thee is like Carmel, and the haire of thine head like purple, the king is held in the galleries.
GenevaThine head vpon thee is as skarlet, and the bush of thine head like purple: the King is tyed in the rafters.
צַוָּארֵ֖/ךְ כְּ/מִגְדַּ֣ל הַ/שֵּׁ֑ן עֵינַ֜יִ/ךְ בְּרֵכ֣וֹת בְּ/חֶשְׁבּ֗וֹן עַל שַׁ֨עַר֙ בַּת רַבִּ֔ים אַפֵּ/ךְ֙ כְּ/מִגְדַּ֣ל הַ/לְּבָנ֔וֹן צוֹפֶ֖ה פְּנֵ֥י דַמָּֽשֶׂק
How faire, and how pleasant art thou, O Loue, for delights!
GenevaHowe faire art thou, and howe pleasant art thou, O my loue, in pleasures!
רֹאשֵׁ֤/ךְ עָלַ֨יִ/ךְ֙ כַּ/כַּרְמֶ֔ל וְ/דַלַּ֥ת רֹאשֵׁ֖/ךְ כָּ/אַרְגָּמָ֑ן מֶ֖לֶךְ אָס֥וּר בָּ/רְהָטִֽים
This thy stature is like to a palme tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
GenevaThis thy stature is like a palme tree, and thy brestes like clusters.
מַה יָּפִית֙ וּ/מַה נָּעַ֔מְתְּ אַהֲבָ֖ה בַּ/תַּֽעֲנוּגִֽים
I said, I will goe vp to the palme tree, I will take hold of the boughes thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose, like apples.
GenevaI saide, I will goe vp into the palme tree, I will take holde of her boughes: thy breastes shall nowe be like the clusters of the vine: and the sauour of thy nose like apples,
זֹ֤את קֽוֹמָתֵ/ךְ֙ דָּֽמְתָ֣ה לְ/תָמָ֔ר וְ/שָׁדַ֖יִ/ךְ לְ/אַשְׁכֹּלֽוֹת
And the roofe of thy mouth like the best wine, for my beloued, that goeth downe sweetely, causing the lippes of those that are asleepe, to speake.
GenevaAnd the roufe of thy mouth like good wine, which goeth straight to my welbeloued, and causeth the lippes of the ancient to speake.
אָמַ֨רְתִּי֙ אֶעֱלֶ֣ה בְ/תָמָ֔ר אֹֽחֲזָ֖ה בְּ/סַנְסִנָּ֑י/ו וְ/יִֽהְיוּ נָ֤א שָׁדַ֨יִ/ךְ֙ כְּ/אֶשְׁכְּל֣וֹת הַ/גֶּ֔פֶן וְ/רֵ֥יחַ אַפֵּ֖/ךְ כַּ/תַּפּוּחִֽים
¶ I am my beloueds, and his desire is towards me.
GenevaI am my welbeloueds, and his desire is toward mee.
וְ/חִכֵּ֕/ךְ כְּ/יֵ֥ין הַ/טּ֛וֹב הוֹלֵ֥ךְ לְ/דוֹדִ֖/י לְ/מֵישָׁרִ֑ים דּוֹבֵ֖ב שִׂפְתֵ֥י יְשֵׁנִֽים
Come, my beloued, let vs goe forth into the field: let vs lodge in the villages.
GenevaCome, my welbeloued, let vs go foorth into the fielde: let vs remaine in the villages.
אֲנִ֣י לְ/דוֹדִ֔/י וְ/עָלַ֖/י תְּשׁוּקָתֽ/וֹ
Let vs get vp earely to the vineyards, let vs see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appeare, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I giue thee my loues.
GenevaLet vs get vp early to the vines, let vs see if the vine florish, whether it hath budded the small grape, or whether the pomegranates florish: there will I giue thee my loue.
לְכָ֤/ה דוֹדִ/י֙ נֵצֵ֣א הַ/שָּׂדֶ֔ה נָלִ֖ינָה בַּ/כְּפָרִֽים
The mandrakes giue a smell, and at our gates are all maner of pleasant fruits, new and olde, which I haue laid vp for thee, O my beloued.
GenevaThe mandrakes haue giuen a smelll, and in our gates are all sweete things, new and olde: my welbeloued, I haue kept them for thee.
נַשְׁכִּ֨ימָה֙ לַ/כְּרָמִ֔ים נִרְאֶ֞ה אִם פָּֽרְחָ֤ה הַ/גֶּ֨פֶן֙ פִּתַּ֣ח הַ/סְּמָדַ֔ר הֵנֵ֖צוּ הָ/רִמּוֹנִ֑ים שָׁ֛ם אֶתֵּ֥ן אֶת דֹּדַ֖/י לָֽ/ךְ
End of so chapter 7.