Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are your sandaled feet, princess! Your curved thighs are like ornaments made by a master craftsman.
How beautiful are your sandaled feet, O daughter of the prince! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the handiwork of a master.
2 Your navel is like a round bowl—may it never lack spiced wine! Your abdomen is like a mound of wheat surrounded by lilies.
Your navel is a rounded goblet; it never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by the lilies.
3 Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
4 Your neck is as elegant as a tower made of ivory. Your eyes shine like the pools of Heshbon by the Bathrabbin gate. Your nose is beautiful, prominent like the tower in Lebanon that faces Damascus.
Your neck is like a tower made of ivory; your eyes are like the pools of Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim; your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, facing toward Damascus.
5 Your head is as magnificent as Mount Carmel; your black hair has a purple sheen, as if a king was held captive in your locks!
Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, the hair of your head like purple threads; the king is captured in your tresses.
6 How beautiful you are, my love—how attractive are your charms!
How fair and pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!
7 You are as tall and slender as a palm tree; your breasts are like its clusters of fruit.
Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit.
8 I tell myself, “I will climb the palm tree and take hold of the fruit.” May your breasts be like bunches of grapes on the vine, and your breath have the scent of apples!
I said, “I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit.” May your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples,
9 May your kisses be like the best wine, going down smoothly, gliding over lips and teeth.
and your mouth like the finest wine. May it flow smoothly to my beloved, gliding gently over lips and teeth.
10 My love is mine, and I am the one he desires!
I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.
11 Come, my love, let's go out into the countryside, and spend the night among the henna flowers.
Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside; let us spend the night among the wildflowers.
12 Let's go early to the vineyards and see if the vines have budded and are in flower, and if the pomegranates are blossoming. There I will give my love to you.
Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vine has budded, if the blossom has opened, if the pomegranates are in bloom— there I will give you my love.
13 The mandrakes give off their fragrant scent; we are surrounded by all kinds of delights, new as well as old, which I have saved up for you, my love.
The mandrakes send forth a fragrance, and at our door is every delicacy, new as well as old, that I have treasured up for you, my beloved.
