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 waist 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 the gate of Bath-rabbim. 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 belong to my love, 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 love.
13 The mandrakes give off a fragrance, and at our doors is every delicacy-- new as well as old. I have treasured them up for you, my love.