Song of Solomon 7

1 How beautiful are your feet in their shoes, O king's daughter! The curves of your legs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a good workman:

What shalt thou see in the Sulamitess but the companies of camps? How beautiful are thy steps in shoes, O prince’s daughter! The joints of thy thighs are like jewels, that are made by the hand of a skillful workman.

2 Your stomach is a store of grain with lilies round it, and in the middle a round cup full of wine.

Thy navel is like a round bowl never wanting cups. Thy belly is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.

3 Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth.

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

4 Your neck is as a tower of ivory; your eyes like the waters in Heshbon, by the doorway of Bath-rabbim; your nose is as the tower on Lebanon looking over Damascus:

Thy neck as a tower of ivory. Thy eyes like the fishpools in Hesebon, which are in the gate of the daughter of the multitude. Thy nose is as the tower of Libanus, that looketh toward Damascus.

5 Your head is like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple, in whose net the king is prisoner.

Thy head is like Carmel: and the hairs of thy head as the purple of the king bound in the channels.

6 How beautiful and how sweet you are, O love, for delight.

How beautiful art thou, and how comely, my dearest, in delights!

7 You are tall like a palm-tree, and your breasts are like the fruit of the vine.

Thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.

8 I said, Let me go up the palm-tree, and let me take its branches in my hands: your breasts will be as the fruit of the vine, and the smell of your breath like apples;

I said: I will go up into the palm tree, and will take hold of the fruit thereof: and thy breasts shall be as the clusters of the vine: and the odour of thy mouth like apples.

9 And the roof of your mouth like good wine flowing down smoothly for my loved one, moving gently over my lips and my teeth.

Thy throat like the best wine, worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and his teeth to ruminate.

10 I am for my loved one, and his desire is for me.

I to my beloved, and his turning is towards me.

11 Come, my loved one, let us go out into the field; let us take rest among the cypress-trees.

Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field, let us abide in the villages.

12 Let us go out early to the vine-gardens; let us see if the vine is in bud, if it has put out its young fruit, and the pomegranate is in flower. There I will give you my love.

Let us get up early to the vineyards, let us see if the vineyard flourish, if the flowers be ready to bring forth fruits, if the pomegranates flourish: there will I give thee my breasts.

13 The mandrakes give out a sweet smell, and at our doors are all sorts of good fruits, new and old, which I have kept for my loved one.

The mandrakes give a smell. In our gates are all fruits: the new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for thee.