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 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 bowl; may it never lack mixed wine. Your belly is like a mound of wheat encircled 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 fawns, twins of a gazelle.
Thy two breasts are like two fawns, the twins of the roe.
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.
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 is on you like Carmel; the hair on your head is dark purple. The king is held captive by its tresses.
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 beautiful and how lovely you are, my love, with delights!
How beautiful and how pleasant art thou, O love, in thy attractions!
7 Your height is like that of a date palm tree, and your breasts like clusters of fruit.
This thy stature is like a palm-tree, and thy breasts are like clusters of grapes.
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 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 May your palate be like the best wine, flowing smoothly for my beloved, gliding over the lips of those who sleep.
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 he desires me.
I am my friend's, and toward me is his desire.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go out into the countryside; let us spend the night in the villages.
Come, my friend, let us go forth into the field; let us spend the night in the villages;
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 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 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 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.
