Song of Songs 7

1 How beautiful your feet appear in your sandals, prince's daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a master craftsman.⋮

2 Your navel is like a round bowl; may it never lack mixed wine. Your belly is like a mound of wheat encircled with 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 in Lebanon that looks toward Damascus.⋮

5 Your head is on you like Carmel; the hair on your head is dark purple. The king is held captive by its tresses.⋮

6 How beautiful and how lovely you are, my love, with delights!⋮

7 Your height is like that of a date palm tree, and your breasts like clusters of fruit.⋮

8 I said, “I want to climb that palm tree; I will take hold of its branches.” May your breasts be like clusters of grapes, and may the fragrance of your nose be like apricots.⋮

9 May your palate be like the best wine, flowing smoothly for my beloved, gliding over the lips of those who sleep.⋮

10 I am my beloved's, and he desires me.⋮

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

12 Let us rise early to go to the vineyards; let us see whether the vines have budded, whether their blossoms have opened, and whether the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.⋮

13 The mandrakes give off their fragrance; at the door where we are staying are all sorts of choice fruits, new and old, that I have stored up for you, my beloved.⋮