Song of Solomon 7

1 How beautiful [are] your feet in the sandals, O daughter of a noble! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of an artisan.

2 Your navel [is] a bowl of roundness—it is not lacking [in] mixed wine. Your belly [is] a mound of wheat, fenced around with the lilies.

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

4 Your neck [is] like a tower of ivory. Your eyes [are] the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-Rabbim. Your nose [is] like the tower of Lebanon, looking [to] the face of Damascus.

5 Your head [is] upon you like Carmel, and the hair of your head [is] like purple—a king is bound in the tresses!

6 How beautiful and how pleasant, O [my] love, in your delights!

7 This stature of yours is like a palm tree, and your breasts [are] like clusters of fruit.

8 I said, “I will go up on the palm [tree], I will grab hold of its boughs.” And may your breasts be now like the clusters of the vine, and the fragrance of your breath like the apples,

9 and your mouth like wine of the best. It is flowing to my beloved smoothly, gliding over lips and teeth.

10 I [am] unto my beloved, and for me [is] his desire.

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

12 Let us go out early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine has sprouted, [if] the blossoms have opened [and] the pomegranates have budded; there I will give my love to you.

13 The mandrakes give off a scent, and at our door is every delicacy, new and old, my beloved, which I have stored up for you.