Song of Songs 7

1 Thy steps are beautiful in shoes, O daughter of the prince: the joints of [thy] thighs are like chains, the work of the craftsman.

[[Lov.]] How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! The roundings of thy hips are like neck ornaments, The work of the hands of the artificer;

2 Thy navel is [as] a turned bowl, not wanting liquor; thy belly is [as] a heap of wheat set about with lilies.

Thy navel is like a round goblet, that wanteth not the spiced wine; Thy belly like a heap of wheat, inclosed with lilies;

3 Thy two breasts are as two twin fawns.

Thy two breasts are like two young twin gazelles;

4 Thy neck is as an ivory tower; thine eyes are as pools in Esebon, by the gates of the daughter of many: thy nose is as the tower of Libanus, looking toward Damascus.

Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; Thine eyes are like the pools at Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon, which looketh toward Damascus;

5 Thy head upon thee is as Carmel, and the curls of thy hair like scarlet; the king is bound in the galleries.

Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thy head like purple; The king is captivated by thy locks.

6 How beautiful art thou, and how sweet art thou, [my] love!

How fair, how pleasant art thou, love, in delights!

7 This is thy greatness in thy delights: thou wast made like a palm tree, and thy breasts to cluster.

This thy stature is like the palm-tree, And thy breasts like clusters of dates.

8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its high boughs: and now shall thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose of apples;

I will go up, say I to myself, upon the palm-tree; I will take hold of its boughs, And thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy nose like apples,

9 and thy throat as good wine, going well with my kinsman, suiting my lips and teeth.

And thy mouth like the best wine— [[M.]] — that goeth down smoothly for my beloved, Flowing over the lips of them that sleep.

10 I am my kinsman's, and his desire is toward me.

I am my beloved's, And his desire is toward me.

11 Come, my kinsman, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.

Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the country; Let us lodge in the villages!

12 Let us go early into the vineyards; let us see if the vine has flowered, [if] the blossoms have appeared, if the pomegranates have blossomed; there will I give thee my breasts.

Then will we go early to the vineyards, To see whether the vine putteth forth, Whether its blossom openeth, And the pomegranates bud forth; There will I give thee my love!

13 The mandrakes have given a smell, and at our doors [are] all kinds of choice fruits, new and old. O my kinsman, I have kept [them] for thee.

The love-apples give forth fragrance; And at our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old: I have kept them for thee, my beloved!