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 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 Your navel is like a round goblet, which wants not liquor: your belly is like an 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 Your two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
Thy two breasts are like two fawns, the twins of the 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 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 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: a king is held bound in the tresses.
6 How fair and how pleasant are you, O love, for delights!
How beautiful and how pleasant art thou, O love, in thy attractions!
7 This your stature is like to a palm tree, and your 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 [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.
