Song of Songs 7
1 How beautiful are your sandaled feet, princess! B,u
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. v
4 Your neck is like a tower of ivory, w
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 C like Mount Carmel,
the hair of your head like purple cloth—
a king could be held captive x in your tresses.
6 How beautiful you are and how pleasant, y
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.” z
May your breasts be like clusters of grapes,
and the fragrance of your breath like apricots. a
9 Your mouth D is like fine wine b—
Woman
flowing smoothly for my love,
gliding past my lips and teeth! E
let’s go to the field;
let’s spend the night among the henna blossoms. F
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. e
There I will give you my caresses.
13 The mandrakes f give off a fragrance,
and at our doors is every delicacy,
both new and old.
I have treasured them up for you, my love.