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 feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of thy thighs [are] like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.

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] wanteth not liquor: thy belly [is like] a heap of wheat set about with lilies.

3 Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.

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

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] as a tower of ivory; thy eyes [like] the fish-pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose [is] as the tower of Lebanon which looketh towards 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; the king [is] held in the galleries.

6 How beautiful and how lovely you are, my love, with delights!

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

7 Your height is like that of a date palm tree, and your breasts like clusters of fruit.

This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to 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 said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its boughs: now also thy breasts shall be as 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 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.

10 I am my beloved's, and he desires me.

I [am] my beloved's, and his desire [is] towards me.

11 Come, my beloved, let us go out into the countryside; let us spend the night in the villages.

Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge 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 flourisheth, [whether] the tender grape appeareth, [and] the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.

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 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.