Song of Solomon 7

1How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince’s daughter! Thy rounded thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of a skilful workman.

1How beautiful are your feet in sandals, you daughter of a prince! The curves of your thighs are like jewelry, crafted by the hands of a master artist.

2Thy body islikea round goblet, Wherein no mingled wine is wanting: Thy waist is like a heap of wheat Set about with lilies.

2Your navel is like a round bowl that is never empty of blended wine. Your waist is like a heap of wheat encircled by lilies.

3Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe.

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

4Thy 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.

4Your neck is as elegant as an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon near the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is as shapely as the tower of Lebanon looking toward Damascus.

5Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thy head like purple; The king is held captive in the tresses thereof.

5Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, and your hair shines like royal purple cloth; a king could be held captive by its tresses.

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

6How beautiful and how pleasant you are, my love, with all your delights!

7This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to its clusters.

7Your stature is as tall and graceful as a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters of fruit.

8I 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,

8I said, 'I will climb the palm tree and take hold of its branches.' May your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the scent of your breath like apples,

9And thy mouth like the best wine, That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.

9and your kisses like the finest wine. It flows smoothly for my beloved, gliding over the lips and teeth of those who sleep.

10I am my beloved’s; And his desire is toward me.

10I belong to my beloved, and he desires me.

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

11Come, my beloved, let us go out into the fields; let us spend the night in the villages.

12Let us get up early to the vineyards; Let us see whether the vine hath budded, Andits blossom is open, Andthe pomegranates are in flower: There will I give thee my love.

12Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vines have budded, if the blossoms have opened, and if the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love.

13The 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.

13The mandrakes give off their fragrance, and at our door are all kinds of choice fruits, both new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.