Song of Solomon 7

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

[[Lov.]] How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! The roundings of thy hips are like neck ornaments, The work of the hands of the artificer;

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

Thy navel is like a round goblet, that wanteth not the spiced wine; Thy belly like a heap of wheat, inclosed with lilies;

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

Thy two breasts are like two young twin gazelles;

4 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.

Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; Thine eyes are like the pools at Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon, which looketh toward Damascus;

5 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!

Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thy head like purple; The king is captivated by thy locks.

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

How fair, how pleasant art thou, love, in delights!

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

This thy stature is like the palm-tree, And thy breasts like clusters of dates.

8 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!

I will go up, say I to myself, upon the palm-tree; I will take hold of its boughs, And thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy nose like apples,

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

And thy mouth like the best wine— [[M.]] — that goeth down smoothly for my beloved, Flowing over the lips of them that sleep.

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

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

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

Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the country; Let us lodge in the villages!

12 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.

Then will we go early to the vineyards, To see whether the vine putteth forth, Whether its blossom openeth, And the pomegranates bud forth; There will I give thee my love!

13 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.

The love-apples give forth fragrance; And at our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old: I have kept them for thee, my beloved!