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 skillful 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 Thy navel [is like] a round goblet, [which] wanteth not liquor: thy belly [is like] a 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 Thy two breasts [are] like two young roes [that are] twins.

Thy two breasts are like two fawns, the twins of the roe.

4 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.

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 Thy head upon thee [is] like Carmel, and the hair of thy 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 art thou, O love, for delights!

How beautiful and how pleasant art thou, O love, in thy attractions!

7 This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy 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 its boughs: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy 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 thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth [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] towards 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 flourisheth, [whether] the tender grape appeareth, [and] the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee 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 thee, 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.