Song of Solomon 7

1 How beautiful are thy footsteps in sandals, O prince's daughter! The roundings of thy thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of an artist.

How beautiful are your sandaled feet, princess! Your curved thighs are like ornaments made by a master craftsman.

2 Thy navel is a round goblet, [which] wanteth not mixed wine; Thy belly a heap of wheat, set about with lilies;

Your navel is like a round bowl—may it never lack spiced wine! Your abdomen is like a mound of wheat surrounded by lilies.

3 Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle;

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

4 Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; Thine eyes, [like] the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose like the tower of Lebanon, Which looketh toward Damascus;

Your neck is as elegant as a tower made of ivory. Your eyes shine like the pools of Heshbon by the Bathrabbin gate. Your nose is beautiful, prominent like the tower in Lebanon that faces Damascus.

5 Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the locks of thy head like purple; The king is fettered by [thy] ringlets!

Your head is as magnificent as Mount Carmel; your black hair has a purple sheen, as if a king was held captive in your locks!

6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, [my] love, in delights!

How beautiful you are, my love—how attractive are your charms!

7 This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to grape clusters.

You are as tall and slender as a palm tree; your breasts are like its clusters of fruit.

8 I said, I will go up to the palm-tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof; And thy breasts shall indeed be like clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy nose like apples,

I tell myself, “I will climb the palm tree and take hold of the fruit.” May your breasts be like bunches of grapes on the vine, and your breath have the scent of apples!

9 And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine, ...That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, And stealeth over the lips of them that are asleep.

May your kisses be like the best wine, going down smoothly, gliding over lips and teeth.

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

My love is mine, and I am the one he desires!

11 — Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the fields; Let us lodge in the villages.

Come, my love, let's go out into the countryside, and spend the night among the henna flowers.

12 We will go up early to the vineyards, We will see if the vine hath budded, [If] the blossom is opening, And the pomegranates are in bloom: There will I give thee my loves.

Let's go early to the vineyards and see if the vines have budded and are in flower, and if the pomegranates are blossoming. There I will give my love to you.

13 The mandrakes yield fragrance; And at our gates are all choice fruits, new and old: I have laid them up for thee, my beloved.

The mandrakes give off their fragrant scent; we are surrounded by all kinds of delights, new as well as old, which I have saved up for you, my love.