Song of Solomon 7

How beautiful are your feet in sandals, prince’s daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.

How 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.

Your body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.

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

Your two breasts are like two fawns, that are twins of a roe.

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

Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.

Thy 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.

Your head on you is like Carmel. The hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in its tresses.

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

How beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights!

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

This, your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit.

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

I said, “I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit.” Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples.

I 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,

Your mouth is like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.

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

I am my beloved’s. His desire is toward me.

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

Come, my beloved! Let’s go out into the field. Let’s lodge in the villages.

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

Let’s go early up to the vineyards. Let’s see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.

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

The mandrakes produce fragrance. At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old, which I have stored up for you, my beloved.

The 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.