Song of Solomon 7

1 How beautiful are thy steps in sandals, O prince's daughter! The roundings of thy thighs are like the links of a chain, the work of the hands of a skilled workman.

How beautiful are thy steps in sandals, O prince's daughter! the roundings of thy thighs are like jewelled ornaments, the work of the hands of the artificer.

2 Thy navel is like a round goblet, wherein no mingled wine is wanting; thy belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.

Thy navel is like a round goblet which lacketh not the mixed wine: thy body is like a heap of wheat fenced about with lilies.

3 Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a gazelle.

Thy two breasts are like two fawns, the twins of the roe.

4 Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes as the pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim; thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.

Thy neck is like a tower of ivory; thy eyes are like the pools in Cheshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim; thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.

5 Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thy head like purple; the king is held captive in the tresses thereof.

Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thy head like purple: a king is held bound in the tresses.

6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!

How beautiful and how pleasant art thou, O love, in thy attractions!

7 This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.

This thy stature is like a palm-tree, and thy breasts are like clusters of grapes.

8 I said: 'I will climb up into the palm-tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof; and let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy countenance like apples;

I thought, I wish to climb up the palm-tree, I wish to take hold of its boughs; and, oh, that thy breasts might be like clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;

9 And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine, that glideth down smoothly for my beloved, moving gently the lips of those that are asleep.'

And thy palate like the best wine, that glideth down for my friend gently, exciting the lips of those that are asleep.—

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

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

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

Come, my friend, let us go forth into the field; let us spend the night in the villages;

12 Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see whether the vine hath budded, whether the vine-blossom be opened, and the pomegranates be in flower; there will I give thee my love.

Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine have blossomed, whether the young grape have opened [to the view], whether the pomegranates have budded: there will I give my caresses unto thee.

13 The mandrakes give forth fragrance, and at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.

The mandrakes give forth [their] smell, and at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and also old: O my friend, these have I laid up for thee.