Song 7
1
How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince`s daughter! Your rounded thighs are
like jewels, The work of the hands of a skillful workman.
2
Your body is [like] a round goblet, [Wherein] no mingled wine is wanting: Your waist
is [like] a heap of wheat Set about with lilies.
3
Your two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe.
4
Your neck is like the tower of ivory; Your eyes [as] the pools in Heshbon, By the
gate of Bath-rabbim; Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon Which looks toward Damascus.
5
Your head upon you is like Carmel, And the hair of your head like purple; The king
is held captive in the tresses [thereof].
6
How fair and how pleasant are you, O love, for delights!
7
This your stature is like to a palm-tree, And your breasts to its clusters.
8
I said, I will climb up into the palm-tree, I will take hold of its branches:
Let your breasts be as clusters of the vine, And the smell of your breath like apples,
9
And your mouth like the best wine, That goes down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding
through 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 has budded, [And]
its blossom is open, [And] the pomegranates are in flower: There will I give you 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 you, O my beloved.