Song of Solomon 7

1 How beautiful are your feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.

How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! Thy rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skilful workman.

2 Your navel is like a round goblet, which wants not liquor: your belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.

Thy body is a round goblet, no mingled wine is wanting. Thy waist is a heap of wheat set about with lilies.

3 Your two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.

Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe.

4 Your neck is as a tower of ivory; your eyes like the pool in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: your nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.

Thy neck is like the tower of ivory. Thine eyes, the pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.

5 your head upon you is like Carmel, and the hair of your head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.

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

6 How fair and how pleasant are you, O love, for delights!

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

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

This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to its clusters.

8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also your breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose like apples;

I said, I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of the branches of it. Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy breath like apples,

9 And the roof of your mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goes down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.

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

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

I am my beloved's, and 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 if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give you my loves.

Let us get up early to the vineyards. Let us see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give thee my love.

13 The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.

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.