The Bridegroom Admiration by the Bridegroom 1 Brenton Thy steps are beautiful in shoes, O daughter of the prince: the joints of thy thighs are like chains, the work of the craftsman. BSB BSB: How beautiful are your sandaled feet, O daughter of the prince! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the handiwork of a master.
2 Brenton Thy navel is as a turned bowl, not wanting liquor; thy belly is as a heap of wheat set about with lilies. BSB BSB: Your navel is a rounded goblet; it never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by the lilies.
3 Brenton Thy two breasts are as two twin fawns. BSB BSB: Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
4 Brenton Thy neck is as an ivory tower; thine eyes are as pools in Esebon, by the gates of the daughter of many: thy nose is as the tower of Libanus, looking toward Damascus. BSB BSB: Your neck is like a tower made of ivory; your eyes are like the pools of Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim; your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, facing toward Damascus.
5 Brenton Thy head upon thee is as Carmel, and the curls of thy hair like scarlet; the king is bound in the galleries. BSB BSB: Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, the hair of your head like purple threads; the king is captured in your tresses.
6 Brenton How beautiful art thou, and how sweet art thou, my love! BSB BSB: How fair and pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!
7 Brenton This is thy greatness in thy delights: thou wast made like a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters. BSB BSB: Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit.
8 Brenton I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its high boughs: and now shall thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose as apples; BSB BSB: I said, “I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit.” May your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples,
9 Brenton and thy throat as good wine, going well with my kinsman, suiting my lips and teeth. BSB BSB: and your mouth like the finest wine. May it flow smoothly to my beloved, gliding gently over lips and teeth.
The Bride 10 Brenton I am my kinsman's, and his desire is toward me. BSB BSB: I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.
11 Brenton Come, my kinsman, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages. BSB BSB: Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside; let us spend the night among the wildflowers.
12 Brenton Let us go early into the vineyards; let us see if the vine has flowered, if the blossoms have appeared, if the pomegranates have blossomed; there will I give thee my breasts. BSB BSB: Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vine has budded, if the blossom has opened, if the pomegranates are in bloom—there I will give you my love.
13 Brenton The mandrakes have given a smell, and at our doors are all kinds of choice fruits, new and old. O my kinsman, I have kept them for thee. BSB BSB: The mandrakes send forth a fragrance, and at our door is every delicacy, new as well as old, that I have treasured up for you, my beloved.
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