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 in sandals, prince's daughter. Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands 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.
Your body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a 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 fawns, that are 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 like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like 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. The hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in its tresses.
6 How beautiful and how sweet you are, O love, for delight.
How beautiful and how pleasant you are, 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 a palm tree, your breasts like its 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 said, "I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit." Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath 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.
Your mouth like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding over my lips and my teeth.
10 I am for my loved one, and his desire is for me.
I am my beloved's. 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's go early up to the vineyards. Let's see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.
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 forth fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.
