Song of Songs 7

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

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 navel is [as] a turned bowl, not lacking liquor; your belly is [as] a heap of wheat set about with lilies.

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 as two twin fawns.

Your two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.

4 Your neck is as an ivory tower; your eyes are as pools in Esebon, by the gates of the daughter of many: your nose is as the tower of Libanus, looking towards Damascus.

Your neck is as a tower of ivory; your eyes like the pool in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: your nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.

5 Your head upon you is as Carmel, and the curls of your hair like scarlet; the king is bound in the galleries.

your head upon you is like Carmel, and the hair of your head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.

6 How beautiful are you, and how sweet are you, [my] love!

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

7 This is your greatness in your delights: you were made like a palm tree, and your breasts to cluster.

This your stature is like to a palm tree, and your breasts to clusters of grapes.

8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its high boughs: and now shall your breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose of 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 your throat as good wine, going well with my kinsman, suiting my lips and 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 my kinsman's, and his desire is towards 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 field; 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 you my breasts.

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 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 you.

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.