Song of Songs 7
Old Testament · Brenton Septuagint with Greek parallel
Song of Songs chapter 7 is given here in full, verse by verse, in Sir Lancelot Brenton's classic English translation of the Septuagint (LXX), with the Greek text of the Septuagint set beneath each verse. The text follows the Septuagint tradition received throughout the Orthodox Church.
Patristic commentary for this chapter has not yet been attached. Related material may be found among the Church Fathers and the theology tables.
Song of Songs 7
1Your steps are beautiful in shoes, O daughter of the prince: the joints of your thighs are like chains, the work of the craftsman.Ἐπίστρεφε ἐπίστρεφε ἡ Σουναμίτις· ἐπίστρεφε ἐπίστρεφε, καὶ ὀφόμεθα ἐν σοί. Τί ὄψεσθε ἐν τῇ Σουναμίτιδι; ἡ ἐρχομένη ὡς χοροὶ τῶν παρεμβολῶν.
2Your navel is as a turned bowl, not lacking liquor; your belly is as a heap of wheat set about with lilies.Ὡραιώθησαν διαβήματά σου ἐν ὑποδήμασί σου, θύγατερ ναδάβ· ῥυθμοὶ μηρῶν ὅμοιοι ὁρμίσκοις, ἔργον τεχνίτου.
3Your two breasts are as two twin fawns.Ὀμφαλός σου κρατὴρ τορευτὸς, μὴ ὑστερούμενος κράμα· κοιλία σου θημωνία σίτου πεφραγμένη ἐν κρίνοις.
4Your neck is as an ivory tower; your eyes are as pools in Esebon, by the gates of the daughter of many: your nose is as the tower of Libanus, looking toward Damascus.Δύο μαστοί σου, ὡς δύο νεβροὶ δίδυμοι δορκάδος.
5Your head upon you is as Carmel, and the curls of your hair like scarlet; the king is bound in the galleries.Ὁ τράχηλός σου ὡς πύργος ἐλεφάντινος· οἱ ὀφθαλμοί σου ὡς λίμναι ἐν Ἐσεβὼν, ἐν πύλαις θυγατρὸς πολλῶν· μυκτήρ σου, ὡς πύργος τοῦ Λιβάνου σκοπεύων πρόσωπον Δαμασκοῦ.
6How beautiful are you, and how sweet are you, my love!Κεφαλή σου ἐπὶ σὲ ὡς Κάρμηλος, καὶ πλόκιον κεφαλῆς σου ὡς πορφύρα· βασιλεὺς δεδεμένος ἐν παραδρομαῖς.
7This is your greatness in your delights: you were made like a palm tree, and your breasts to cluster.Τί ὡραιώθης, καὶ τί ἡδύνθης ἀγάπη;
8I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its high boughs: and now shall your breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose of apples;ἐν τρυφαῖς σου τοῦτο μέγεθός σου· ὡμοιώθης τῷ φοίνικι, καὶ οἱ μαστοί σου τοῖς βότρυσιν.
9and your throat as good wine, going well with my kinsman, suiting my lips and teeth.Εἶπα, ἀναβήσομαι ἐπὶ τῷ φοίνικι, κρατήσω τῶν ὕψεων αὐτοῦ· καὶ ἔσονται δὴ μαστοί σου ὡς βότρυες τῆς ἀμπέλου, καὶ ὀσμὴ ῥινός σου ὡς μῆλα,
10I am my kinsman's, and his desire is toward me.καὶ ὁ λάρυγξ σου ὡς οἶνος ὁ ἀγαθὸς, πορευόμενος τῷ ἀδελφιδῷ μου εἰς εὐθύτητα, ἱκανούμενος χείλεσί μου καὶ ὀδοῦσιν.
11Come, my kinsman, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.Ἐγὼ τῷ ἀδελφιδῷ μου, καὶ ἐπʼ ἐμὲ ἡ ἐπιστροφὴ αὐτοῦ.
12Let 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 you my breasts.Ἐλθὲ ἀδελφιδέ μου, ἐξέλθωμεν εἰς ἀγρὸν, αὐλισθῶμεν ἐν κώμαις.
13The 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 you.Ὀρθρίσωμεν εἰς ἀμπελῶνας· ἴδωμεν εἰ ἤνθησεν ἡ ἄμπελος, ἤνθησεν ὁ κυπρισμὸς, ἤνθησν αἱ ῥοαί· ἐκεῖ δώσω τοὺς μαστούς μου σοί.
14Οἱ μανδραγόραι ἔδωκαν ὀσμήν· καὶ ἐπὶ θύραις ἡμῶν πάντα ἀκρόδρυα νέα πρὸς παλαιὰ, ἀδελφιδέ μου, ἐτήρησά σοι.
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