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 thy feet with shoes, O prince’s daughter! the joints of thy 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.

Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an 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 is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which 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.

Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine 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 art thou, O love, for delights!

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

This 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 to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy 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 thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth 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 thee 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 thee, O my beloved.