Song of Solomon 7

1 Chorus to Bride: How beautiful are your footsteps in shoes, O daughter of a ruler! The joints of your thighs are like jewels, which have been fabricated by the hand of an artist.

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:

2 Your navel is a round bowl, never lacking in curvature. Your abdomen is like a bundle of wheat, surrounded with lilies.

Your stomach is a store of grain with lilies round it, and in the middle a round cup full of wine.

3 Your two breasts are like two young twin does.

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

4 Your neck is like a tower of ivory. Your eyes like the fish ponds at Heshbon, which are at the entrance to the daughter of the multitude. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, which looks out toward Damascus.

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:

5 Your head is like Carmel, and the hairs of your head are like the purple of the king, bound into pleats.

Your head is like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple, in whose net the king is prisoner.

6 Most beloved one, how beautiful you are, and how graceful in delights!

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

7 Your stature is comparable to the palm tree, and your breasts to clusters of grapes.

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

8 Groom: I said, I will ascend to the palm tree, and take hold of its fruit. And your breasts will be like clusters of grapes on the vine. And the fragrance of your mouth will be like apples.

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;

9 Bride: Your throat is like the finest wine: wine worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and teeth to contemplate.

And the roof of your mouth like good wine flowing down smoothly for my loved one, moving gently over my lips and my teeth.

10 I am for my beloved, and his turning is to me.

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

11 Approach, my beloved. Let us go out into the field; let us linger in the villages.

Come, my loved one, let us go out into the field; let us take rest among the cypress-trees.

12 Let us go up in the morning to the vineyards; let us see if the vineyard has flourished, if the flowers are ready to bear fruit, if the pomegranates have flourished. There I will give my breasts to you.

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.

13 The mandrakes yield their fragrance. At our gates is every fruit. The new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for you.

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.