Song of Solomon, 7

1. How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of thy thighs [are] like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.

1. Return, return, O Shulammite, return, that we may look at you! Why would you look at the Shulammite, as dancing between two rows?

2. Thy navel [is like] a round goblet, [which] wanteth not liquor: thy belly [is like] an heap of wheat set about with lilies.

2. How beautiful are your feet in sandals, daughter of the prince! Your shapely thighs are like jewels, the work of a master artist.

3. Thy two breasts [are] like two young roes [that are] twins.

3. Your navel is a bowl well-rounded, never lacking exquisitely blended wine. Your belly is a mound of wheat with lilies around it.

4. Thy neck [is] as a tower of ivory; thine eyes [like] the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose [is] as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.

4. Your breasts are two fawns, twins of a gazelle.

5. Thine head upon thee [is] like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king [is] held in the galleries.

5. Your neck is an ivory tower. Your eyes are pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim; your nose, the tower of Lebanon looking towards Damascus.

6. How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!

6. Your crowned head is Mount Carmel; your flowing hair is royal purple, which holds a king captive in its tresses.

7. This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters [of grapes].

7. How beautiful you are, how lovely, my beloved, in your delights!

8. I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;

8. Like a palm tree, you are stately and like its clusters are your breasts.

9. And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth [down] sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.

9. I said, "I will climb the palm tree and take hold of its fruits." May your breasts be clusters of the vine, your breath sweet-scented as apples, and your mouth like the best wine.

10. I [am] my beloved's, and his desire [is] toward me.

10. May the wine flow straight to my lover, flowing over from my lips.

11. Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.

11. I am my lover's but it is he who depends on me.

12. Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, [whether] the tender grape appear, [and] the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.

12. Come, my love, let us go to the countryside, and pass the night in the villages.

13. The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates [are] all manner of pleasant [fruits], new and old, [which] I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.

13. Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vines have flowered, if the buds have opened, and the pomegranates have blossomed. There I will give you my love.

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14. The mandrakes yield their fragrance; at our doors are the rarest fruits; both new and old I have stored for you, my love.