Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are your sandaled feet, O daughter of the prince! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the handiwork of a master.
How beautiful are your feet in their shoes, O king's daughter! The curves of your legs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a good workman:
2 Your navel is a rounded goblet; it never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by the lilies.
Your stomach is a store of grain with lilies round it, and in the middle a round cup full of wine.
3 Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth.
4 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.
Your neck is as a tower of ivory; your eyes like the waters in Heshbon, by the doorway of Bath-rabbim; your nose is as the tower on Lebanon looking over Damascus:
5 Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, the hair of your head like purple threads; the king is captured in your tresses.
Your head is like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple, in whose net the king is prisoner.
6 How fair and pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!
How beautiful and how sweet you are, O love, for delight.
7 Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit.
You are tall like a palm-tree, and your breasts are like the fruit of the vine.
8 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,
I said, Let me go up the palm-tree, and let me take its branches in my hands: your breasts will be as the fruit of the vine, and the smell of your breath like apples;
9 and your mouth like the finest wine. May it flow smoothly to my beloved, gliding gently over lips and teeth.
And the roof of your mouth like good wine flowing down smoothly for my loved one, moving gently over my lips and my teeth.
10 I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.
I am for my loved one, and his desire is for me.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside; let us spend the night among the wildflowers.
Come, my loved one, let us go out into the field; let us take rest among the cypress-trees.
12 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.
Let us go out early to the vine-gardens; let us see if the vine is in bud, if it has put out its young fruit, and the pomegranate is in flower. There I will give you my love.
13 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.
The mandrakes give out a sweet smell, and at our doors are all sorts of good fruits, new and old, which I have kept for my loved one.
