Song of Solomon 7

1How beautiful are your sandaled feet,O daughter of the prince!The curves of your thighs are like jewels,the handiwork of a master.

2Your navel is a rounded goblet;it never lacks blended wine.Your waist is a mound of wheatencircled by the lilies.

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

4Your neck is like a towermade of ivory;your eyes are like the pools of Heshbonby the gate of Bath-rabbim;your nose is like the tower of Lebanon,facing toward Damascus.

5Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel,the hair of your head like purple threads;the king is captured in your tresses.

6How fair and pleasant you are,O love, with your delights!

7Your stature is like a palm tree;your breasts are clusters of fruit.

8I said, “I will climb the palm tree;I will take hold of its fruit.”May your breasts be like clusters of the vine,the fragrance of your breath like apples,

9and your mouth like the finest wine.*

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

11Come, my beloved,let us go to the countryside;let us spend the night among the wildflowers.*

12Let us go early to the vineyardsto see if the vine has budded,if the blossom has opened,if the pomegranates are in bloom—there I will give you my love.

13The mandrakes send forth a fragrance,and at our door is every delicacy,new as well as old,that I have treasured up for you, my beloved.