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:
How beautiful are your sandaled feet, princess! Your curved thighs are like ornaments made by a master craftsman.
2 Your stomach is a store of grain with lilies round it, and in the middle a round cup full of wine.
Your navel is like a round bowl—may it never lack spiced wine! Your abdomen is like a mound of wheat surrounded by lilies.
3 Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth.
Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
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:
Your neck is as elegant as a tower made of ivory. Your eyes shine like the pools of Heshbon by the Bathrabbin gate. Your nose is beautiful, prominent like the tower in Lebanon that faces Damascus.
5 Your head is like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple, in whose net the king is prisoner.
Your head is as magnificent as Mount Carmel; your black hair has a purple sheen, as if a king was held captive in your locks!
6 How beautiful and how sweet you are, O love, for delight.
How beautiful you are, my love—how attractive are your charms!
7 You are tall like a palm-tree, and your breasts are like the fruit of the vine.
You are as tall and slender as a palm tree; your breasts are like its clusters of fruit.
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 tell myself, “I will climb the palm tree and take hold of the fruit.” May your breasts be like bunches of grapes on the vine, and your breath have the scent of 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.
May your kisses be like the best wine, going down smoothly, gliding over lips and teeth.
10 I am for my loved one, and his desire is for me.
My love is mine, and I am the one he desires!
11 Come, my loved one, let us go out into the field; let us take rest among the cypress-trees.
Come, my love, let's go out into the countryside, and spend the night among the henna flowers.
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's go early to the vineyards and see if the vines have budded and are in flower, and if the pomegranates are blossoming. There I will give my love to you.
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 off their fragrant scent; we are surrounded by all kinds of delights, new as well as old, which I have saved up for you, my love.
