Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful your feet appear in your sandals, prince's daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a master craftsman.
How beautiful are your sandaled feet, princess! Your curved thighs are like ornaments made by a master craftsman.
2 Your navel is like a round bowl; may it never lack mixed wine. Your belly is like a mound of wheat encircled with lilies.
Your navel is like a round bowl—may it never lack spiced wine! Your abdomen is like a mound of wheat surrounded by lilies.
3 Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
4 Your neck is like a tower of ivory; your eyes are the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath Rabbim. Your nose is like the tower in Lebanon that looks toward Damascus.
Your neck is as elegant as a tower made of ivory. Your eyes shine like the pools of Heshbon by the Bathrabbin gate. Your nose is beautiful, prominent like the tower in Lebanon that faces Damascus.
5 Your head is on you like Carmel; the hair on your head is dark purple. The king is held captive by its tresses.
Your head is as magnificent as Mount Carmel; your black hair has a purple sheen, as if a king was held captive in your locks!
6 How beautiful and how lovely you are, my love, with delights!
How beautiful you are, my love—how attractive are your charms!
7 Your height is like that of a date palm tree, and your breasts like clusters of fruit.
You are as tall and slender as a palm tree; your breasts are like its clusters of fruit.
8 I said, “I want to climb that palm tree; I will take hold of its branches.” May your breasts be like clusters of grapes, and may the fragrance of your nose be like apricots.
I tell myself, “I will climb the palm tree and take hold of the fruit.” May your breasts be like bunches of grapes on the vine, and your breath have the scent of apples!
9 May your palate be like the best wine, flowing smoothly for my beloved, gliding over the lips of those who sleep.
May your kisses be like the best wine, going down smoothly, gliding over lips and teeth.
10 I am my beloved's, and he desires me.
My love is mine, and I am the one he desires!
11 Come, my beloved, let us go out into the countryside; let us spend the night in the villages.
Come, my love, let's go out into the countryside, and spend the night among the henna flowers.
12 Let us rise early to go to the vineyards; let us see whether the vines have budded, whether their blossoms have opened, and whether the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.
Let's go early to the vineyards and see if the vines have budded and are in flower, and if the pomegranates are blossoming. There I will give my love to you.
13 The mandrakes give off their fragrance; at the door where we are staying are all sorts of choice fruits, new and old, that I have stored up for you, my beloved.
The mandrakes give off their fragrant scent; we are surrounded by all kinds of delights, new as well as old, which I have saved up for you, my love.
