Song of Solomon 7

1 [[Lov.]] How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! The roundings of thy hips are like neck ornaments, The work of the hands of the artificer;

How beautiful are your feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.

2 Thy navel is like a round goblet, that wanteth not the spiced wine; Thy belly like a heap of wheat, inclosed with lilies;

Your navel is like a round goblet, which wants not liquor: your belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.

3 Thy two breasts are like two young twin gazelles;

Your two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.

4 Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; Thine eyes are like the pools at Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon, which looketh toward Damascus;

Your neck is as a tower of ivory; your eyes like the pool in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: your nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.

5 Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thy head like purple; The king is captivated by thy locks.

your head upon you is like Carmel, and the hair of your head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.

6 How fair, how pleasant art thou, love, in delights!

How fair and how pleasant are you, O love, for delights!

7 This thy stature is like the palm-tree, And thy breasts like clusters of dates.

This your stature is like to a palm tree, and your breasts to clusters of grapes.

8 I will go up, say I to myself, upon the palm-tree; I will take hold of its boughs, And thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy nose like apples,

I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also your breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose like apples;

9 And thy mouth like the best wine— [[M.]] — that goeth down smoothly for my beloved, Flowing over the lips of them that sleep.

And the roof of your mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goes down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.

10 I am my beloved's, And his desire is toward me.

I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.

11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the country; Let us lodge in the villages!

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

12 Then will we go early to the vineyards, To see whether the vine putteth forth, Whether its blossom openeth, And the pomegranates bud forth; There will I give thee my love!

Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give you my loves.

13 The love-apples give forth fragrance; And at our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old: I have kept them for thee, 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 you, O my beloved.