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.

As the chorus of 'Mahanaim.' How beautiful were thy feet with sandals, O daughter of Nadib. The turnings of thy sides [are] as ornaments, Work of the hands of an artificer.

2 Thy navel [is like] a round goblet, [which] wanteth not liquor: thy belly [is like] an heap of wheat set about with lilies.

Thy waist [is] a basin of roundness, It lacketh not the mixture, Thy body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,

3 Thy two breasts [are] like two young roes [that are] twins.

Thy two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,

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.

Thy neck as a tower of the ivory, Thine eyes pools in Heshbon, near the gate of Bath-Rabbim, Thy face as a tower of Lebanon looking to Damascus,

5 Thine head upon thee [is] like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king [is] held in the galleries.

Thy head upon thee as Carmel, And the locks of thy head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!

6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!

How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights.

7 This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters [of grapes].

This thy stature hath been like to a palm, And thy breasts to clusters.

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, 'Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs, Yea, let thy breasts be, I pray thee, as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy face as citrons,

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.

And thy palate as the good wine — 'Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!

10 I [am] my beloved’s, and his desire [is] toward me.

I [am] my beloved's, and on me [is] his desire.

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

Come, my beloved, we go forth to the field,

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.

We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, We see if the vine hath flourished, The sweet smelling-flower hath opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, There do I give to thee my loves;

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 have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, yea, old, my beloved, I laid up for thee!