Song of Solomon 7
1How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince’s daughter! the joints of thy thighs <add>are</add> like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.2Thy navel <add>is like</add> a round goblet, <add>which</add> wanteth not liquor: thy belly <add>is like</add> an heap of wheat set about with lilies.3Thy two breasts <add>are</add> like two young roes <add>that are</add> twins.4Thy neck <add>is</add> as a tower of ivory; thine eyes <add>like</add> the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose <add>is</add> as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.5Thine head upon thee <add>is</add> like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king <add>is</add> held in the galleries.6How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!7This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters <add>of grapes</add>.8I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;9And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth <add>down</add> sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
10I <add>am</add> my beloved’s, and his desire <add>is</add> toward me.11Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.12Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, <add>whether</add> the tender grape appear, <add>and</add> the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.13The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates <add>are</add> all manner of pleasant <add>fruits</add>, new and old, <add>which</add> I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
10I <add>am</add> my beloved’s, and his desire <add>is</add> toward me.11Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.12Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, <add>whether</add> the tender grape appear, <add>and</add> the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.13The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates <add>are</add> all manner of pleasant <add>fruits</add>, new and old, <add>which</add> I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.