Song of Solomon 7

¹ How lovely are your sandaled footsteps, O princely daughter; The curvings of your thighs are like eardrops, The work of true craftsman hands. ² Your navel is like a goblet, well-rounded, which does not lack liquor; Your belly is like a grain pile of wheat, fenced about by anemones. ³ Your two breasts are like two fawns, Twins of a gazelle; ⁴ Your neck is like a tower of ivory. Your eyes are like reservoirs in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim; Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, watching the face of Damascus. ⁵ Your head upon you is like Carmel, And the tresses of your head are like purple: A king is bound by the strands. ⁶ How lovely you are, and how pleasant you are, O love, among rich delights. ⁷ This is your stature: it is like the date palm, And your breasts like clusters. ⁸ I said, Let me ascend into the date palm; Let me take hold of its topmost branches. Oh that your breasts may become like the clusters of the vine, And the scent of your nose like apricots, ⁹ And your palate like the best wine. May it go to my darling, As evenly gliding over lips and teeth. ¹⁰ I am my darling's, And his impulse is toward me. ¹¹ Do come, my darling, let us go forth to the field; Let us lodge among the henna bushes; ¹² Let us go early to the vineyards; Let us see if the vine has budded, The vine blossom has opened, And the pomegranates have flowered; There I shall give my affections to you. ¹³ The mandrakes give forth their scent, And at our portals are all fine fruits, Both new and stored, That I have secluded for you, my darling.