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 your feet appear in your sandals, prince's daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a master craftsman.
2 Your navel is a round bowl, never lacking in curvature. Your abdomen is like a bundle of wheat, surrounded with lilies.
Your navel is like a round bowl; may it never lack mixed wine. Your belly is like a mound of wheat encircled with lilies.
3 Your two breasts are like two young twin does.
Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
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 like a tower of ivory; your eyes are the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath Rabbim. Your nose is like the tower in Lebanon that looks toward 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 on you like Carmel; the hair on your head is dark purple. The king is held captive by its tresses.
6 Most beloved one, how beautiful you are, and how graceful in delights!
How beautiful and how lovely you are, my love, with delights!
7 Your stature is comparable to the palm tree, and your breasts to clusters of grapes.
Your height is like that of a date palm tree, and your breasts like clusters of fruit.
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, “I want to climb that palm tree; I will take hold of its branches.” May your breasts be like clusters of grapes, and may the fragrance of your nose be like apricots.
9 Bride: Your throat is like the finest wine: wine worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and teeth to contemplate.
May your palate be like the best wine, flowing smoothly for my beloved, gliding over the lips of those who sleep.
10 I am for my beloved, and his turning is to me.
I am my beloved's, and he desires me.
11 Approach, my beloved. Let us go out into the field; let us linger in the villages.
Come, my beloved, let us go out into the countryside; let us spend the night in the villages.
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 rise early to go to the vineyards; let us see whether the vines have budded, whether their blossoms have opened, and whether the pomegranates are 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 off their fragrance; at the door where we are staying are all sorts of choice fruits, new and old, that I have stored up for you, my beloved.
