Song of Solomon 7

1 How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince's daughter. Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful 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 Your body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a 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 Your two breasts are like two fawns, that are twins of a gazelle.

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

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

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 beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights.

How beautiful and how lovely you are, my love, with delights!

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

Your height is like that of a date palm tree, and your breasts like clusters of fruit.

8 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,

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 Your mouth like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding over my lips and my teeth.

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. 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'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.

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