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.

[[Lov.]] How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! The roundings of thy hips are like neck ornaments, The work of the hands of the artificer;

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, that wanteth not the spiced wine; Thy belly like a heap of wheat, inclosed with lilies;

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

Thy two breasts are like two young twin gazelles;

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 are like the pools at 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.

Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thy head like purple; The king is captivated by thy locks.

6 How fair and pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!

How fair, how pleasant art thou, love, in delights!

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

This thy stature is like the palm-tree, And thy breasts like clusters of dates.

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 will go up, say I to myself, upon the palm-tree; I will take hold of its boughs, And thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance 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 thy mouth like the best wine— [[M.]] — that goeth down smoothly for my beloved, Flowing over the lips of them that sleep.

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 country; 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.

Then will we go early to the vineyards, To see whether the vine putteth forth, Whether its blossom openeth, And the pomegranates bud forth; There will I give thee 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 love-apples give forth fragrance; And at our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old: I have kept them for thee, my beloved!