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.
Your steps are beautiful in shoes, O daughter of the prince: the joints of [your] thighs are like chains, the work of the craftsman.
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 [as] a turned bowl, not lacking liquor; your belly is [as] a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
3 Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
Your two breasts are as two twin fawns.
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 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.
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 upon you is as Carmel, and the curls of your hair like scarlet; the king is bound in the galleries.
6 How fair and pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!
How beautiful are you, and how sweet are you, [my] love!
7 Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit.
This is your greatness in your delights: you were made like a palm tree, and your breasts to cluster.
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 its high boughs: and now shall your breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose of apples;
9 and your mouth like the finest wine. May it flow smoothly to my beloved, gliding gently over lips and teeth.
and your throat as good wine, going well with my kinsman, suiting my lips and teeth.
10 I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.
I am my kinsman'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 kinsman, 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 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.
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 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.
