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

1Howe 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.

2Thy nauell is like a round goblet, which wanteth not licour: thy belly is like an heape of wheate, set about with lillies.

3Thy two breasts are like two yong Roes that are twinnes.

4Thy 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.

5Thine head vpon thee is like Carmel, and the haire of thine head like purple, the king is held in the galleries.

6How faire, and how pleasant art thou, O Loue, for delights!

7This thy stature is like to a palme tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.

8I 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.

9And 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.

10 I am my beloueds, and his desire is towards me.

11Come, my beloued, let vs goe forth into the field: let vs lodge in the villages.

12Let 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.

13The 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.

I == Ps 45:13

 

 

 

III == Song 4:5

 

IV == Song 4:4

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

X == Ps 45:11 ; Son 2:16 ; 6:3

 

 

XII == Song 6:11

 

 

XIII == Gen 30:14 ; Matt 13:52

 

 

1 Turn, turn, O Shulammite,
turn, turn, that we may look at you!
Why would you look at the Shulammite
as at the dance of the two companies?

2 How beautiful are your feet in sandals,
O prince's daughter!
Your rounded thighs are like jewels,
the handiwork of an artist.

3 Your navel is a round bowl
that should never lack for mixed wine.
Your body is a heap of wheat
encircled with lilies.

4 Your breasts are like twin fawns,
the young of a gazelle.

5 Your neck is like a tower of ivory.
Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon
by the gate of Bath-rabbim.
Your nose is like the tower on Lebanon
that looks toward Damascus.

6 You head rises like Carmel;
your hair is like draperies of purple;
a king is held captive in its tresses.

7 G How beautiful you are, how pleasing,
my love, my delight!

8 Your very figure is like a palm tree,
your breasts are like clusters.

9 I said: I will climb the palm tree,
I will take hold of its branches.
Now let your breasts be like clusters of the vine
and the fragrance of your breath like apples,

10 And your mouth like an excellent wine -
B that flows smoothly for my lover,
spreading over the lips and the teeth.

11 I belong to my lover
and for me he yearns.

12 Come, my lover, let us go forth to the fields
and spend the night among the villages.

13 Let us go early to the vineyards, and see
if the vines are in bloom,
If the buds have opened,
if the pomegranates have blossomed;
There will I give you my love.

14 The mandrakes give forth fragrance,
and at our doors are all choice fruits;
Both fresh and mellowed fruits, my lover,
I have kept in store for you.

v 1. The others of the harem are now fully aware of her beauty and describe it in glowing, picturesque terms. (Although an “abdomen like a heap of wheat set about with lilies” is not my idea of romantic discourse.) The bosom seems to have been as much of an attraction then as in modern times. The speaker then noticed the king watching and commented on him being captivated.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

v 6-9. The king now utters his most ardent and passionate appeal, possibly even taking her in his arms as he spoke. But when he referred to her kisses being like wine, she interrupted to state that the wine went down smoothly for her beloved Shepherd, like kisses gliding over his lips while he slept.

 

 

 

 

 

v 10. With dignity and finality, she repulsed and shamed the sensuous king from detaining her any longer as she and her Shepherd were committed only to each other.
(This speaks of our own eternal security with our Shepherd, Jn. 10:28.)

v 11-13. Realizing her release is imminent, she sends word for her beloved to come for her so they could marry. Even as Rachel and Leah thought of Mandrakes as  enhancing sexual desire, Gen. 30:14-16, the Shunamite has the same thought.