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 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 Your navel is a rounded goblet; it never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by the lilies.

Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.

3 Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.

Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.

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.

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 Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, the hair of your head like purple threads; the king is captured in your tresses.

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 pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!

How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!

7 Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit.

This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy 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,

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 your mouth like the finest wine. May it flow smoothly to my beloved, gliding gently over lips and teeth.

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 belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.

I am my beloved’s, and his desire is toward me.

11 Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside; let us spend the night among the wildflowers.

Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge 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 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 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 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.