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 feet in sandals, O prince’s daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.

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, [wherein] no mingled wine is wanting: thy belly is [like] an heap of wheat set about with lilies.

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

Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a 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 the tower of ivory; thine eyes [as] the pools in Heshbon, 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.

Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held captive in the tresses [thereof].

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

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

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

This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to 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 said, I will climb up into the palm tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof: let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy breath 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 mouth like the best wine, that goeth down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.

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

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

11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge 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 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 whether the vine hath budded, [and] its blossom be open, [and] the pomegranates be in flower: there will I give thee my love.

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 fragrance, and at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.