Song of Solomon 7

1 What shalt thou see in the Sulamitess but the companies of camps? How beautiful are thy steps in shoes, O prince’s daughter! The joints of thy thighs are like jewels, that are made by the hand of a skillful workman.

How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince's daughter. Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.

2 Thy navel is like a round bowl never wanting cups. Thy belly is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.

Your body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.

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

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

4 Thy neck as a tower of ivory. Thy eyes like the fishpools in Hesebon, which are in the gate of the daughter of the multitude. Thy nose is as the tower of Libanus, that looketh toward Damascus.

Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.

5 Thy head is like Carmel: and the hairs of thy head as the purple of the king bound in the channels.

Your head on you is like Carmel. The hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in its tresses.

6 How beautiful art thou, and how comely, my dearest, in delights!

How beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights.

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

This, your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit.

8 I said: I will go up into the palm tree, and will take hold of the fruit thereof: and thy breasts shall be as the clusters of the vine: and the odour of thy mouth like apples.

I said, "I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit." Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples,

9 Thy throat like the best wine, worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and his teeth to ruminate.

Your mouth like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding over my lips and my teeth.

10 I to my beloved, and his turning is towards me.

I am my beloved's. His desire is toward me.

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

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

12 Let us get up early to the vineyards, let us see if the vineyard flourish, if the flowers be ready to bring forth fruits, if the pomegranates flourish: there will I give thee my breasts.

Let's go early up to the vineyards. Let's see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.

13 The mandrakes give a smell. In our gates are all fruits: the new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for thee.

The mandrakes give forth fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.