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 your feet in sandals, prince's daughter. Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.

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.

Your body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.

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

Your two breasts are like two fawns, that are twins of a gazelle.

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.

Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks 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.

Your head on you is like Carmel. The hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in its tresses.

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

How beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights.

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

This, your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit.

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 said, "I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit." Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath 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.'

Your mouth like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding over my lips and my teeth.

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

I am my beloved's. His desire is toward me.

11 Come, my beloved, 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 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's go early up to the vineyards. Let's see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.

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 fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.