Song of Solomon 7

1 As the chorus of 'Mahanaim.' How beautiful were thy feet with sandals, O daughter of Nadib. The turnings of thy sides [are] as ornaments, Work of the hands of an 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 waist [is] a basin of roundness, It lacketh not the mixture, Thy body a heap of wheat, fenced 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 as two young ones, twins of a roe,

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

4 Thy neck as a tower of the ivory, Thine eyes pools in Heshbon, near the gate of Bath-Rabbim, Thy face as a tower of Lebanon looking to 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 as Carmel, And the locks of thy head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!

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 and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights.

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

7 This thy stature hath been like to a palm, And thy breasts to clusters.

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

8 I said, 'Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs, Yea, let thy breasts be, I pray thee, as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy face as citrons,

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 palate as the good wine — 'Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!

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 on me [is] his desire.

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

11 Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,

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

12 We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, We see if the vine hath flourished, The sweet smelling-flower hath opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, There do I give to thee my loves;

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 mandrakes have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, yea, old, my beloved, I laid up for thee!

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.