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 feet with shoes, O prince’s daughter! the joints of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.

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 goblet, which wants not liquor: your belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.

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

Your 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:

Your neck is as a tower of ivory; your eyes like the fish pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: your nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looks toward 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 on you is like Carmel, and the hair of your head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.

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

How fair and how pleasant are you, O love, for delights!

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

This your stature is like to a palm tree, and your 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 to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also your breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose 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.

And the roof of your mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goes down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.

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

I am my beloved’s, and his desire is toward 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 lodge 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 vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give you my loves.

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, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.