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.
Chorus to Bride: How beautiful are your footsteps in shoes, O daughter of a ruler! The joints of your thighs are like jewels, which have been fabricated by the hand of an artist.
2 Your navel is a rounded goblet; it never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by the lilies.
Your navel is a round bowl, never lacking in curvature. Your abdomen is like a bundle of wheat, surrounded with lilies.
3 Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
Your two breasts are like two young twin does.
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 like a tower of ivory. Your eyes like the fish ponds at Heshbon, which are at the entrance to the daughter of the multitude. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, which looks out toward 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 hairs of your head are like the purple of the king, bound into pleats.
6 How fair and pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!
Most beloved one, how beautiful you are, and how graceful in delights!
7 Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit.
Your stature is comparable to the palm tree, and your breasts to clusters of grapes.
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,
Groom: I said, I will ascend to the palm tree, and take hold of its fruit. And your breasts will be like clusters of grapes on the vine. And the fragrance of your mouth will be like apples.
9 and your mouth like the finest wine. May it flow smoothly to my beloved, gliding gently over lips and teeth.
Bride: Your throat is like the finest wine: wine worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and teeth to contemplate.
10 I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.
I am for my beloved, and his turning is to me.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside; let us spend the night among the wildflowers.
Approach, my beloved. Let us go out into the field; let us linger in the villages.
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 up in the morning to the vineyards; let us see if the vineyard has flourished, if the flowers are ready to bear fruit, if the pomegranates have flourished. There I will give my breasts to you.
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 yield their fragrance. At our gates is every fruit. The new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for you.
