Song of Solomon 7

1

How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O noble daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of a master hand.

2

Your navel is a rounded bowl that never lacks mixed wine. Your belly is a heap of wheat, encircled with lilies.

3

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

4

Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like a tower of Lebanon, which looks toward Damascus.

5

Your head crowns you like Carmel, and your flowing locks are like purple; a king is held captive in the tresses.

6

How beautiful and pleasant you are, O loved one, with all your delights!

7

Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters.

8

I say I will climb the palm tree and lay hold of its fruit. Oh may your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the scent of your breath like apples,

9

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

10

I am my beloved's, and his desire is for me.

11

Come, my beloved, let us go out into the fields and lodge in the villages;

12

let us go out early to the vineyards and see whether the vines have budded, whether the grape blossoms have opened and the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love.

13

The mandrakes give forth fragrance, and beside our doors are all choice fruits, new as well as old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.