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 in sandals, 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, [wherein] no mingled wine is wanting: 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 fawns that are twins of a roe.

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 like the tower of ivory; thine eyes [as] the pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim; thy nose is like 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 captive in the tresses [thereof].

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 climb up into the palm tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof: let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy 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 thy mouth like the best wine, that goeth down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.

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 whether the vine hath budded, [and] its blossom be open, [and] the pomegranates be in flower: 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 mandrakes give forth fragrance, and at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.