Song of Solomon 7
1How beautiful are your sandaled feet, princess!
The curves of your thighs are like jewelry,
the handiwork of a master.2
3Your navel is a rounded bowl; it never lacks mixed wine. Your belly is a mound of wheat surrounded by lilies.4
5Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.6
7Your 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.8
9Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, the hair of your head like purple cloth — a king could be held captive in your tresses.10
11How beautiful you are and how pleasant, my love, with such delights!12
13Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit.14
15I 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.16
17Your mouth is like fine wine — flowing smoothly for my love, gliding past my lips and teeth!
19I am my love’s, and his desire is for me.20
21Come, my love, let’s go to the field; let’s spend the night among the henna blossoms.22
23Let’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.24
25The 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.26
3Your navel is a rounded bowl; it never lacks mixed wine. Your belly is a mound of wheat surrounded by lilies.4
5Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.6
7Your 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.8
9Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, the hair of your head like purple cloth — a king could be held captive in your tresses.10
11How beautiful you are and how pleasant, my love, with such delights!12
13Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit.14
15I 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.16
17Your mouth is like fine wine — flowing smoothly for my love, gliding past my lips and teeth!
Woman
1819I am my love’s, and his desire is for me.20
21Come, my love, let’s go to the field; let’s spend the night among the henna blossoms.22
23Let’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.24
25The 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.26