Song of Solomon 7

1 How beautiful, are thy feet in sandals, O daughter of a noble, —The curvings of thy hips, are like ornaments wrought by the hands of a skilled workman:

How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince’s daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.

2 Thy navel, is a round bowl, may it not lack spiced wine! Thy body, a heap of wheat fenced about with lilies;

Thy navel is [like] a round goblet, [wherein] no mingled wine is wanting: thy belly is [like] an heap of wheat set about with lilies.

3 Thy two breasts, are like two young roes, the twins of a gazelle:

Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe.

4 Thy neck, is like a tower of ivory, —Thine eyes, are pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim, Thy nose, is like the tower of Lebanon, which looketh towards Damascus:

Thy neck is like the tower of ivory; thine eyes [as] the pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim; thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.

5 Thy head upon thee, is like Carmel, And, the hair of thy head, is like purple, —The king, is held captive by the ringlets!

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

6 [HE] How beautiful, and how delightful, O dear love, for delights:

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

7 This thy stature, is like to a palm-tree, and, thy breasts, are like clusters:

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

8 I said, I will ascend the palm-tree, I will lay hold of its fruit stalks—Oh then, let thy breasts, I pray thee, be like vine-clusters, And, the fragrance of thy nose, like apples;

I said, I will climb up into the palm tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof: let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy breath like apples;

9 And, thy mouth, like good wine—[SHE] Flowing to my beloved smoothly, gliding over the lips of the sleeping.

And thy mouth like the best wine, that goeth down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.

10 I, am my beloved’s, and, unto me, is his longing.

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

11 Come, my beloved, Let us go forth into the country, Let us stay the night in the villages:

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

12 Let us get up early to the vineyards, Let us see whether the vine, hath burst forth, the blossom, hath opened, the pomegranates, have bloomed, —There, will I give my caresses to thee.

Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see whether the vine hath budded, [and] its blossom be open, [and] the pomegranates be in flower: there will I give thee my love.

13 The love-apples, have given fragrance, and, at our openings, are all precious things, new and yet old, —O my beloved! I have treasured them up for thee.

The mandrakes give forth fragrance, and at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.