Song of Solomon 7

1 How beautiful are your feet in their shoes, O king's daughter! The curves of your legs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a good workman:

How beautiful your feet appear in your sandals, prince's daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a master craftsman.

2 Your stomach is a store of grain with lilies round it, and in the middle a round cup full of wine.

Your navel is like a round bowl; may it never lack mixed wine. Your belly is like a mound of wheat encircled with lilies.

3 Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth.

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

4 Your neck is as a tower of ivory; your eyes like the waters in Heshbon, by the doorway of Bath-rabbim; your nose is as the tower on Lebanon looking over Damascus:

Your neck is like a tower of ivory; your eyes are the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath Rabbim. Your nose is like the tower in Lebanon that looks toward Damascus.

5 Your head is like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple, in whose net the king is prisoner.

Your head is on you like Carmel; the hair on your head is dark purple. The king is held captive by its tresses.

6 How beautiful and how sweet you are, O love, for delight.

How beautiful and how lovely you are, my love, with delights!

7 You are tall like a palm-tree, and your breasts are like the fruit of the vine.

Your height is like that of a date palm tree, and your breasts like clusters of fruit.

8 I said, Let me go up the palm-tree, and let me take its branches in my hands: your breasts will be as the fruit of the vine, and the smell of your breath like apples;

I said, “I want to climb that palm tree; I will take hold of its branches.” May your breasts be like clusters of grapes, and may the fragrance of your nose be like apricots.

9 And the roof of your mouth like good wine flowing down smoothly for my loved one, moving gently over my lips and my teeth.

May your palate be like the best wine, flowing smoothly for my beloved, gliding over the lips of those who sleep.

10 I am for my loved one, and his desire is for me.

I am my beloved's, and he desires me.

11 Come, my loved one, let us go out into the field; let us take rest among the cypress-trees.

Come, my beloved, let us go out into the countryside; let us spend the night in the villages.

12 Let us go out early to the vine-gardens; let us see if the vine is in bud, if it has put out its young fruit, and the pomegranate is in flower. There I will give you my love.

Let us rise early to go to the vineyards; let us see whether the vines have budded, whether their blossoms have opened, and whether the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.

13 The mandrakes give out a sweet smell, and at our doors are all sorts of good fruits, new and old, which I have kept for my loved one.

The mandrakes give off their fragrance; at the door where we are staying are all sorts of choice fruits, new and old, that I have stored up for you, my beloved.