Song of Songs 7

“How beautiful are your feet in sandals,

O noble’s daughter!

The curves of your thighs are like ornaments,

The work of the hands of an artist.

Your navel is like a round basin

Which never lacks mixed wine;

Your belly is like a heap of wheat

Encircled with lilies.

Your two breasts are like two fawns,

Twins of a gazelle.

Your neck is like a tower of ivory,

Your eyes like the pools in Heshbon

By the gate of Bath‑rabbim;

Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon,

Which faces toward Damascus.

Your head crowns you like Carmel,

And the flowing locks of your head are like purple threads;

The king is captivated by your tresses.

How beautiful and how pleasant you are,

My love, with all your pleasures!

Your stature is like a palm tree,

And your breasts are like its clusters.

I said, ‘I will climb the palm tree;

I will seize its fruit stalks.’

Oh, may your breasts be like clusters of the vine,

And the fragrance of your breath like apples,

And your mouth like the best wine!”

“It goes down smoothly for my beloved,

Flowing gently through the lips of those who fall asleep.

“I am my beloved’s,

And his desire is for me.

Come, my beloved, let us go out into the fields,

Let us spend the night in the villages.

Let us rise early and go to the vineyards;

Let us see whether the vine has flourished

And its blossoms have opened,

And whether the pomegranates have bloomed.

There I will give you my love.

The mandrakes have given forth fragrance;

And over our doors are all choice fruits,

Both new and old,

Which I have treasured up for you, my beloved.