Song of Solomon 7

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

How beautiful are your feet in their shoes, O king's daughter! The curves of your legs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a good workman:

2 Thy navel [is like] a round goblet, [which] wanteth not liquor: thy belly [is like] an heap of wheat set about with lilies.

Your stomach is a store of grain with lilies round it, and in the middle a round cup full of wine.

3 Thy two breasts [are] like two young roes [that are] twins.

Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth.

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

Your neck is as a tower of ivory; your eyes like the waters in Heshbon, by the doorway of Bath-rabbim; your nose is as the tower on Lebanon looking over Damascus:

5 Thine head upon thee [is] like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king [is] held in the galleries.

Your head is like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple, in whose net the king is prisoner.

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

How beautiful and how sweet you are, O love, for delight.

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

You are tall like a palm-tree, and your breasts are like the fruit of the vine.

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

I said, Let me go up the palm-tree, and let me take its branches in my hands: your breasts will be as the fruit of the vine, and the smell of your breath like apples;

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

And the roof of your mouth like good wine flowing down smoothly for my loved one, moving gently over my lips and my teeth.

10 I [am] my beloved’s, and his desire [is] toward me.

I am for my loved one, and his desire is for me.

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

Come, my loved one, let us go out into the field; let us take rest among the cypress-trees.

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 thee my loves.

Let us go out early to the vine-gardens; let us see if the vine is in bud, if it has put out its young fruit, and the pomegranate is in flower. There I will give you 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 thee, O my beloved.

The mandrakes give out a sweet smell, and at our doors are all sorts of good fruits, new and old, which I have kept for my loved one.