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 your feet appear in your sandals, prince's daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a master 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 like a round bowl; may it never lack mixed wine. Your belly is like a mound of wheat encircled with lilies.
3 Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
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 are the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath Rabbim. Your nose is like the tower in Lebanon that looks 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 on you like Carmel; the hair on your head is dark purple. The king is held captive by its tresses.
6 How fair and pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!
How beautiful and how lovely you are, my love, with delights!
7 Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit.
Your height is like that of a date palm tree, and your breasts like clusters of fruit.
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 want to climb that palm tree; I will take hold of its branches.” May your breasts be like clusters of grapes, and may the fragrance of your nose be like apricots.
9 and your mouth like the finest wine. May it flow smoothly to my beloved, gliding gently over lips and teeth.
May your palate be like the best wine, flowing smoothly for my beloved, gliding over the lips of those who sleep.
10 I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.
I am my beloved's, and he desires 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 out into the countryside; let us spend the night 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 rise early to go to the vineyards; let us see whether the vines have budded, whether their blossoms have opened, and whether the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you 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 off their fragrance; at the door where we are staying are all sorts of choice fruits, new and old, that I have stored up for you, my beloved.
