Song 7
1
How beautiful are thy steps in sandals, O prince's daughter! The roundings of thy
thighs are like the links of a chain, the work of the hands of a skilled workman.
2
Thy navel is like a round goblet, wherein no mingled wine is wanting; thy belly is
like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
3
Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a gazelle.
4
Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes as the pools in Heshbon, by the gate of
Bath-rabbim; thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
5
Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thy head like purple; the king
is held captive in the tresses thereof.
6
How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
7
This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
8
I said: 'I will climb up into the palm-tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof;
and let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy countenance like
apples;
9
And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine, that glideth down smoothly for my beloved,
moving gently the lips of those that are asleep.'
10
I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.
11
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
12
Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see whether the vine hath budded, whether
the vine- blossom be opened, and the pomegranates be in flower; there will I give
thee my love.
13
The mandrakes give forth fragrance, and at our doors are all manner of precious fruits,
new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.