Song of Solomon 7

1 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.

Chorus to Bride: How beautiful are your footsteps in shoes, O daughter of a ruler! The joints of your thighs are like jewels, which have been fabricated by the hand of an artist.

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

Your navel is a round bowl, never lacking in curvature. Your abdomen is like a bundle of wheat, surrounded with lilies.

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

Your two breasts are like two young twin does.

4 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.

Your neck is like a tower of ivory. Your eyes like the fish ponds at Heshbon, which are at the entrance to the daughter of the multitude. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, which looks out toward Damascus.

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

Your head is like Carmel, and the hairs of your head are like the purple of the king, bound into pleats.

6 How beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights!

Most beloved one, how beautiful you are, and how graceful in delights!

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

Your stature is comparable to the palm tree, and your breasts to clusters of grapes.

8 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.

Groom: I said, I will ascend to the palm tree, and take hold of its fruit. And your breasts will be like clusters of grapes on the vine. And the fragrance of your mouth will be like apples.

9 Your mouth is like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.

Bride: Your throat is like the finest wine: wine worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and teeth to contemplate.

10 I am my beloved’s. His desire is toward me.

I am for my beloved, and his turning is to me.

11 Come, my beloved! Let’s go out into the field. Let’s lodge in the villages.

Approach, my beloved. Let us go out into the field; let us linger in the villages.

12 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.

Let us go up in the morning to the vineyards; let us see if the vineyard has flourished, if the flowers are ready to bear fruit, if the pomegranates have flourished. There I will give my breasts to you.

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

The mandrakes yield their fragrance. At our gates is every fruit. The new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for you.