Song of Solomon 7
1 How beautiful are your sandaled feet, princess! The curves of your thighs are like jewelry, the handiwork of a master.
2 Your navel is a rounded bowl; it never lacks mixed wine. Your belly is a mound of wheat surrounded by lilies.
3 Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
4 Your neck is like a tower of ivory, your eyes like pools in Heshbon by Bath-rabbim’s gate. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon looking toward Damascus.
5 Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, the hair of your head like purple cloth — a king could be held captive in your tresses.
6 How beautiful you are and how pleasant, my love, with such delights!
7 Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit.
8 I said, “I will climb the palm tree and take hold of its fruit.” May your breasts be like clusters of grapes, and the fragrance of your breath like apricots.
9 Your mouth is like fine wine — flowing smoothly for my love, gliding past my lips and teeth!
10 I am my love’s, and his desire is for me.
11 Come, my love, let’s go to the field; let’s spend the night among the henna blossoms.
12 Let’s go early to the vineyards; let’s see if the vine has budded, if the blossom has opened, if the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my caresses.
13 The mandrakes give off a fragrance, and at our doors is every delicacy, both new and old. I have treasured them up for you, my love.