Cantico dei Cantici 7

1You who are the daughter of a prince/king, you have lovely feet in your sandals. Your curved hips/thighs are like [SIM] jewels that have been made by a ◄skilled craftsman/man who shapes jewels very well►. 2Your navel is like [MET] a round bowl that is always full of wine mixed with spices. Your waist is like [SIM] a mound/bundle of wheat with lilies growing around it. 3Your breasts are as as beautiful as [SIM] two ◄fawns/young gazelles►. 4Your neck is like [SIM] a tower made of ivory. sparkle/shine like [MET] the pools in Heshbon city, the Bath-Rabbim gate. is as lovely as [SIM] the tower of Lebanon 5Your head is majestic like [SIM] Carmel Mountain. Your long hair is shiny [SIM] and black; it is as though I, your king, am captured by your tresses. 6You whom I love, who have many charming features that attract me, are very beautiful and pleasant/pleasing. 7You are stately like [SIM] a palm tree, and your breasts are like [SIM] clusters/bunches of dates/fruit. 8I said to myself, “I will climb that palm tree of those clusters of dates.” To me, your breasts are like clusters of grapes that I can feel is like the sweet fragrance of apples 9and your kisses are like very good wine. The woman speaks My kisses [MTY] go to the one who loves me and flow like wine over his lips and his teeth. 10I belong to the man who loves me, and he desires me. 11You who love me, let’s go to the countryside, and sleep among the henna bushes (OR, in one of the villages). 12And let’s go early to the vineyards to see if the grapevines have budded and if there are blossoms on them that have opened, and to see if the pomegranate trees are blooming, and there I will make love to you.