Song of Solomon 7

1 How beautiful are your sandaled feet, O daughter of the prince! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the handiwork of a master.

2 Your navel is a rounded goblet; it never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by the lilies.

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

4 Your neck is like a tower made of ivory; your eyes are like the pools of Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim; your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, facing toward Damascus.

5 Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, the hair of your head like purple threads; the king is captured in your tresses.

6 How fair and pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!

7 Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit.

8 I said, “I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit.” May your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples,

9 and your mouth like the finest wine. May it flow smoothly to my beloved, gliding gently over lips and teeth.

10 I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.

11 Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside; let us spend the night among the wildflowers.

12 Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vine has budded, if the blossom has opened, if the pomegranates are in bloom—there I will give you my love.

13 The mandrakes send forth a fragrance, and at our door is every delicacy, new as well as old, that I have treasured up for you, my beloved.

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.

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

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

4 Thy neck [is] as a tower of ivory; thine eyes [like] the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose [is] as the tower of Lebanon which looketh 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.

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

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

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;

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.

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

11 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 if the vine flourish, [whether] the tender grape appear, [and] the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give 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.

1 How beautiful is thy walk in thy shoes, O prince's daughter! Thy loins are like two clasps together, which the master's hand hath made.

2 Thy navel is like a round cup that never lacketh drink. Thy belly is like a heap of wheat, covered with roses.

3 Your two breasts are like two young deer twins.

4 Thy neck is like an ivory tower. Thine eyes are like the pools of Heshbon, at the gate of Bathrabbim. Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon, which looketh toward Damascus.

5 Thy head is upon thee like Carmel. The hair of thy head is bound in folds like the purple of the king.

6 How beautiful and how lovely art thou, O love of lusts!

7 Thy length is like a palm tree, and thy breasts like grapes.

8 I said: I must climb the palm tree and take hold of its branches. Let thy breasts be as grapes upon the vine, and thy nose as the smell of apples.

9 And thy throat like good wine, which is smooth unto my friend, and speaketh of far-off things.

10 my friend is mine and he sticks up for me too.

11 Come, my friend, let us go out into the field, and stay in the villages,

12 That we may arise early unto the vineyards, and see whether the vine be in blossom, and whether the eyes be grown, and whether the pomegranates be put forth: then will I give thee my breasts.

13 The lilies give off the smell, and at our door are all kinds of noble fruits. My friend, I have kept both this year's and far-off ones for you.