Song of Solomon 7

1 How beautiful, are thy feet in sandals, O daughter of a noble, —The curvings of thy hips, are like ornaments wrought by the hands of a skilled 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 a round bowl, may it not lack spiced wine! Thy body, a heap of wheat fenced 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, the twins of a gazelle:

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

4 Thy neck, is like a tower of ivory, —Thine eyes, are pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim, Thy nose, is like the tower of Lebanon, which looketh towards 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 upon thee, is like Carmel, And, the hair of thy head, is like purple, —The king, is held captive by the ringlets!

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

6 [HE] How beautiful, and how delightful, O dear love, for delights:

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

7 This thy stature, is like to a palm-tree, and, thy breasts, are like clusters:

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

8 I said, I will ascend the palm-tree, I will lay hold of its fruit stalks—Oh then, let thy breasts, I pray thee, be like vine-clusters, And, the fragrance of thy nose, 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 And, thy mouth, like good wine—[SHE] Flowing to my beloved smoothly, gliding over the lips of the sleeping.

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

10 I, am my beloved’s, and, unto me, is his longing.

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

11 Come, my beloved, Let us go forth into the country, Let us stay the night 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 whether the vine, hath burst forth, the blossom, hath opened, the pomegranates, have bloomed, —There, will I give my caresses to thee.

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 love-apples, have given fragrance, and, at our openings, are all precious things, new and yet old, —O my beloved! I have treasured them up 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.