Song of Solomon 7

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

2Your navel is a round goblet that lacks no liquor; your belly is a heap of wheat ringed with lilies.

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

4Your neck is like a tower of ivory. Your eyes are like pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon overlooking Damascus.

5Your head above you is like Carmel, and the locks of your head like purple; the king is bound in the tresses.

6How beautiful you are and how pleasant, love, daughter of delights!

7Such is your height—like a palm tree—and your breasts like clusters.

8I said, I will climb the palm tree and grasp its boughs; please let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the scent of your breath like apples.

9Your palate is like the finest wine, flowing smoothly for my beloved, causing the lips of those asleep to speak.

10I belong to my beloved, and his desire is upon me.

11Come away, my beloved, let us go to the field; let us lodge in the villages.

12Let us rise early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine has blossomed, if the tender grape has opened, and if the pomegranates have budded—there I will give you my love.

13Mandrakes yield a fragrance, and at our doorways every excellent fruit, both new and old, which I have treasured for you, my beloved.