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 feet in sandals, prince’s daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skilful workman.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

I am my beloved’s. His desire is towards me.

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

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

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 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.

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