Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince’s daughter! the joints of thy thighs [are] like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning 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 Thy navel [is like] a round goblet, [which] wanteth not liquor: thy belly [is like] an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
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 Thy two breasts [are] like two young roes [that are] twins.
Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
4 Thy neck [is] as a tower of ivory; thine eyes [like] the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose [is] as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward 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 Thine head upon thee [is] like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king [is] held in the galleries.
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 fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
How beautiful and how lovely you are, my love, with delights!
7 This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters [of grapes].
Your height is like that of a date palm tree, and your breasts like clusters of fruit.
8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose 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 thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth [down] sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
May your palate be like the best wine, flowing smoothly for my beloved, gliding over the lips of those who sleep.
10 I [am] my beloved’s, and his desire [is] toward me.
I am my beloved's, and he desires me.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
Come, my beloved, let us go out into the countryside; let us spend the night in the villages.
12 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 thee my loves.
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 a smell, and at our gates [are] all manner of pleasant [fruits], new and old, [which] I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
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.
