Song of Solomon 7

1How beautiful are thy footsteps in sandals, O prince's daughter! The roundings of thy thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of an artist.

1How beautiful are your feet in their shoes, O king's daughter! The curves of your legs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a good workman:

2Thy navel is a round goblet, [which] wanteth not mixed wine; Thy belly a heap of wheat, set about with lilies;

2Your stomach is a store of grain with lilies round it, and in the middle a round cup full of wine.

3Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle;

3Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth.

4Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; Thine eyes, [like] the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose like the tower of Lebanon, Which looketh toward Damascus;

4Your neck is as a tower of ivory; your eyes like the waters in Heshbon, by the doorway of Bath-rabbim; your nose is as the tower on Lebanon looking over Damascus:

5Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the locks of thy head like purple; The king is fettered by [thy] ringlets!

5Your head is like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple, in whose net the king is prisoner.

6How fair and how pleasant art thou, [my] love, in delights!

6How beautiful and how sweet you are, O love, for delight.

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

7You are tall like a palm-tree, and your breasts are like the fruit of the vine.

8I said, I will go up to the palm-tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof; And thy breasts shall indeed be like clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy nose like apples,

8I said, Let me go up the palm-tree, and let me take its branches in my hands: your breasts will be as the fruit of the vine, and the smell of your breath like apples;

9And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine, ...That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, And stealeth over the lips of them that are asleep.

9And the roof of your mouth like good wine flowing down smoothly for my loved one, moving gently over my lips and my teeth.

10I am my beloved's, And his desire is toward me.

10I am for my loved one, and his desire is for me.

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

11Come, my loved one, let us go out into the field; let us take rest among the cypress-trees.

12We will go up early to the vineyards, We will see if the vine hath budded, [If] the blossom is opening, And the pomegranates are in bloom: There will I give thee my loves.

12Let us go out early to the vine-gardens; let us see if the vine is in bud, if it has put out its young fruit, and the pomegranate is in flower. There I will give you my love.

13The mandrakes yield fragrance; And at our gates are all choice fruits, new and old: I have laid them up for thee, my beloved.

13The mandrakes give out a sweet smell, and at our doors are all sorts of good fruits, new and old, which I have kept for my loved one.